The shout echoed her cry, a rattle of hoofs swept suddenly near, and Harry saw a horseman appear over the ridge. His figure rose and fell in silhouette as he galloped toward her. "It's Garnett!" Harry thought joyfully. "Hello, what's doing?" he asked, as he pulled up. "Any one hurt? Who is it?" "It's Harriet Holliday. I'm lost. I got over into those queer rocks and couldn't get out." Garnett caught the quaver in her laugh. "Lucky I was riding through this way," he said. "That was the city of rocks you were in. How did you get out? Even fellows that know the country have got balled up in there and come pretty near cashing in before they struck the trail again." Harry shivered. "I just made up my mind I _had_ to get out, and kept my eyes on the wheel tracks until I found the open road again." "You've got grit and sense, and you did well. Where are you heading for up here alone?" "Hailey." "Hailey! This time of night?" He dismounted and tied his horse to the back of the wagon; then he got into the seat beside her, took up the reins, and whistled to the team. "Oh, will you really drive me?" Harry sighed in relief. Every tired muscle, every trembling nerve relaxed, and she leaned wearily back against the wagon seat. "I started this morning," she explained. "I took the wrong turn somewhere. But this is the first time I've been out this way, and so it was easy to get lost." "The first time! And you're alone!" "Yes, my brother's in Hailey. That's why I'm going. He's in trouble. I don't know just what, but he sent for me to come." Garnett made no answer, and they were both silent for some moments, while the team jogged on. Harry was wondering whether she ought to tell Garnett that Rob was in jail, when his voice made her start guiltily: "Your brother been gone long?" "Long? No; let's see. He started out after the cow--You didn't hear of her, did you?" "Maybe it was yours some one was telling me about." "I wonder whether it was ours? Perhaps Rob tried to take it and got into a squabble. And yet that isn't a bit like him." "Was he afoot?" Garnett asked suddenly. "Oh, no. On horseback. But it was a strange horse." She stopped. "One of those you were telling me he was keeping?" "Yes." In spite of herself her voice became self-conscious. "Well, maybe some one thought it was his." "Thought what?" "Maybe that horse your brother was riding belonged to another fellow, and the other fellow pinched him for stealing it." "What nonsense!" She laughed faintly. "It's not nonsense to the fellow that thinks his critter was stolen," he replied. "Of course not. I don't mean that, I mean the idea that my brother would steal a horse. You don't for a moment think he would, do you?" "I don't pass judgment on people I don't know right well." "But you know what sort of people we are. Do you think I would steal?" "Maybe not." Harry gasped. "You might as well say yes."