of mine!" said Elijah. "If you find that girl, bring her back here. I want to have some talk with you both. You can pay me rent for 'em, so don't waste your breath arguing."
"Well, whether you are a Sioux or a Mormon," exclaimed Douglas, "you sure are white!"
Elijah grinned broadly. "Well, that's a real concession for a Gentile! Be sure you stop here on the way out."
It was Douglas' turn to grin. "We'll sure be glad to head straight for here. But I'll warn you now. You can't make Mormons of us!"
"I'm not a-going to try. But I want to say a few things to you. No harm in that, is there?"
"None at all!" Douglas shook hands with his host, then turned to Mrs. Nelson. "I'm sure obliged to you," he said.
"That's nothing. But look, Mr. Spencer, don't you be too sure you're going to bring that girl back with you, even if you overtake her."
Douglas nodded. "I know," he agreed huskily, "I've got my work cut out for me." Then he went out into the starlight.
Elijah followed. "The moon will be up by the time you need it. Follow trail up to the timber line. Skirt the timber line till you reach the first shoulder of Black Devil. After that, God help you! The horse you are on is named Tom. If you aren't back in five days, I'll go over to Lost Chief and get help to look for you."
"Thanks," said Douglas, and he rode away.
Warmed, refreshed, and with hope shadowing his anxiety, Douglas turned the horses southward. Tom horse was a big, broad-hoofed brute, hard-bitted and not at all enthusiastic about his prospective trip. But
