"Ya-as. That does make a difference," admitted the foreman. "He sure did kill that bear."
The ponies rattled away behind the heavy wagon, drawn by six mules. In the lead cantered Ricarde and his father, herding the dozen or more half-wild cow-ponies. The Mexican horse-wrangler was a lazy looking, half-asleep fellow; but he sat a pony as though he had grown in the saddle.
Ruth, on her beloved little Freckles, rode almost as well now as did Jane Ann. The other girls were content to follow the mule team at a more quiet pace; but Ruth and the ranchman's neice dashed off the trail more than once for a sharp race across the plain.
"You're a darling, Ruthie!" declared Jane Ann, enthusiastically. "I wish you were going to live out here at Silver Ranch all the time I do! I wouldn't mind being 'buried in the wilderness' if you were along"
"Oh, but you won't be buried in the wilderness all the time," laughed the girl from the Red Mill. "I am sure of that."
"Huh!" ejaculated the Western girl, startled. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that we've been talking to Uncle Bill," laughed Ruth.
"Oh! you ain't got it fixed for me?' gasped the ranchman's neice. "Will he send me to school?"
