With the matter thus taken out of his hands, Knight had to submit. "It's mighty good of you," he said to Blue Bonnet. "Not at all," she returned heartily. "I'd have to do a great deal to get even!" "That wasn't anything," he protested. Then, turning to the doctor, he remarked with a return of his usual humor: "So long, Doc--hope you haven't injured me for life. Bring over your bill in the morning!" CHAPTER VII A FALLING OUT IT was quite late when they reached the ranch, and an anxious crowd was awaiting them on the veranda. Blue Bonnet wished there were rather fewer people there; it was tiresome to make explanations before such an audience. Besides, she did not know the visitor's name,--introductions had been of a rather sketchy sort that day. Suddenly she made up her mind: she would explain nothing just then, and trust to her grandmother's ready tact to understand her reasons. "This is--" Blue Bonnet looked at the youth inquiringly. "--Knight Judson," he supplied. "--and he's met with an accident and will stay here till his arm is better," she said rather breathlessly to her uncle. "Very glad to have you, I'm sure," said Uncle Cliff with ready, outstretched hand. Knight Judson took the proffered hand with an air of relief. "You're very kind, sir," he stammered. "Not at all," Mr. Ashe protested cordially. "Come right in to supper." They all went in without further ceremony to the delayed supper which Juanita stood waiting to serve; and the meal progressed in the usual gay fashion that prevailed at the ranch. Knight Judson was placed between Alec and Uncle Cliff, and in that congenial company the youth lost his shyness and was soon chatting away like an old friend. The awkwardness of eating with one hand gave him occasional bad moments, but little services, rendered unobserved by his attentive neighbors, tided over even these trying times. The girls stole occasional glances down to that end of the table, which were promptly frowned upon by Blue Bonnet and Sarah. On the whole, they acted rather well considering the strain on their curiosity; it was not every day that a good-looking young chap, wearing a bright red sash for a sling, appeared at the ranch. It was not until after supper, when Alec had taken the visitor to his room, that the others heard the whole story of the day's adventure. Sarah and Blue Bonnet told it almost together, a rather incoherent but wholly thrilling tale, while the rest of the girls hung breathlessly on the recital. Mrs. Clyde look worried when Sarah dwelt on the peril that had threatened the two of them; Blue Bonnet wished Sarah had not found it necessary to enlarge on that part of it. She, herself, preferred to describe young Judson's skill and quickness, his wonderful daring, and heroism under pain. "Judson, Judson," repeated Sarah, wrinkling up her brow. "Where have I heard that name before?"