“Naturally,” said the Ranger, gravely. He handed her the permits, and he did it slowly, filling up his eyes with the sight of her. It was he who wore the corduroy now; Ginger was in creamy linen, smartly cut, with a scarlet band on her linen hat and a soft scarlet tie under the rolling collar of her sport shirt; she was more radiant, more glowing, more breath-takingly lovely, even, than he had remembered, and he had remembered a great deal. Then, just to make entirely clear the fact that she was wholly at her ease, that there were, for her, at least, no stinging memories, the girl said pleasantly--“Snort is in fine condition, isn’t he?” And the man, quite as coolly, made answer, “Yes; he’s a great horse--I’ve enjoyed him.” Then, as if to paraphrase ’Rome Ojeda’s drawling words on that gray and baleful morning of the cattle drive, he added, slowly, “But I’m thinking of changing his name. You see ... he _doesn’t_ ... any more!” It was her turn, now, during his leisurely sentence, to snatch a fuller look at him, to sense the breadth and vigor, the brown and vehement power of him; he looked older, in the way of poise and serenity, yet more boyish--younger, winningly young, and it seemed as she looked at him, meeting the eagerness leashed in his eyes, as if some force beyond their stiff young wills must pull them down off their horses and push them back into each other’s arms. She did not answer what he had said about Snort, but she was not aware that she had not done so, for she had paid full and instant tribute in her own mind, and she knew that she must go _now_ if she meant to go at all. She nodded, and spoke to Ted, and he sprang forward, but before he had gone a dozen lengths she had to halt again; she could have wept with rage at herself, but it would be intolerable to go back to camp and confess to a forgotten message. She called after him, not “Dean,” not the ridiculous “Mr. Wolcott,” just a hail; but it stopped him instantly. “The doctor”--he could feel the emphasis she put on the two words--it seemed to make the doctor stand out, unique in his strange desire--“_the doctor_ hopes you will come to supper at the camp Saturday night, and stay to dance.”