"Whew! This is scorching. How far, yet?" Jessica saw that what she minded not at all was turning the stranger sick, and answered swiftly: "You wouldn't be able to get further than 'five times' before we reach the turn. There'll be a glorious breeze then. There always is." "What do you mean by 'five times'?" "Why, just the multiplication table. I always say it when I've something I want to get over quick. You begin at one-times-one, and see if it isn't so." "What shall we find at the top; your home?" "Oh, no, indeed. That is quite the other way. Down in the valley. Sobrante ranch. That's ours. Were you going there?" "I was going--anywhere. I had lost my way. 'Missed the trail,' as you say in this country." "I thought, maybe, you were just a 'tourist.'" Mr. Hale laughed, and the laugh helped him to forget his present discomfort. "Perhaps I am, even if you do speak so disdainfully. Are all 'tourists' objectionable?" Jessica's brown cheek flushed. She felt she had said something rude--she, whose ambition it was to be always and everywhere "Our Lady Jess," that the dear "boys" called her. But she remembered how annoyed her mother was by the visits of strangers who seemed to regard Sobrante and its belongings as a "show" arranged for their special benefit. "We--we are generally glad when the rains come," she answered, evasively. "To keep them away? Yet if, as I suspect, you have an ostrich farm, I can't blame their curiosity. I'm hoping to visit one, myself." "Ours is not a real 'farm.' It is just one of the many things our ranch is good for. But I know my mother would make you very welcome. You--but there! Look down, please. Yonder it is, Sobrante. That means 'richness,' you know. And now up. The next turn will land us on the mesa, and I hope, I hope, I have come in time!" The road had now broadened, and with a little chirrup to King Zulu, she passed and forged ahead so rapidly that she was soon out of sight. The great bird upon whose back she was perched was not, apparently, at all wearied, but poor Prince was utterly winded, while a curious feeling of loneliness stole upon his rider. But, presently, the sound of voices came over the bluff, and Mr. Hale urged his tired beast forward. The next he knew he was sprawling on the plateau and his horse had fallen beside him. Prince's forefoot was in a hole, from which he was unable to withdraw it. "Oh! oh! The poor creature! And you, sir, are you hurt?" "No, I think not. Rather a shake-up, though, and I was dizzy with the heat before. Prince, Prince, lie still; we'll help you." One glance had showed the stranger that they were near a shepherd's hut, and that its occupant was at home. The man had been sitting quietly in the shade of the little building and of the one pepper tree which grew beside its threshold. He did not move, even now, till the girl called impatiently: "Pedro! Come! Quick!"