"I don't believe she'll eat with us all watching her," said Mary. "Let's go in to our own supper."
"She'll have to eat pretty soon or give up." Douglas followed Judith into the kitchen. "She hasn't eaten a pound since I caught her."
"Poor little thing!" exclaimed Judith.
At supper Douglas gave the details of the hunt, which were greeted by the family with considerable hilarity.
"One no-account horse to show for a week's hard work!" laughed John.
But Douglas was not perturbed.
"I don't mind," he said. "Wild horses was the least of what I went after and, as it turned out, the least of that I got. I met Mr. Fowler."
"The old preacher?" exclaimed Judith. "Where was he?"
"He starved out at preaching and is herding sheep down in the Green Thimble country. He fed Charleton and me and we had a long talk."
"You had nerve to eat with him after what you did to him!" John was grinning.
"I felt that way myself," agreed Douglas. "But he didn't hold a grudge against me. He's not that kind. And I think he was so lonely he'd have been glad to feed the Old Nick himself."
"Who is he herding for?" asked Mary.
"Some one in Denver. He's going to give it up in the fall."
"What for? Got a church?" John was still grinning.
Douglas nodded slowly. "Yes, he's got a church."
"Did he tell you where?" asked Mary.
"Yes; it's in Lost Chief," replied Douglas.
