"I wouldn't trust Scott to pick a horse for me," grunted Douglas. "And you'd be foolish if you did," agreed Judith. "But he'll play fair enough with me." "He will if it's to his interest to do so. If he can make anything off you by being crooked, he'll be crooked. But I suppose there's no use in me warning you. Have you got the money for the mare?" "Only half of it. All the stock I've been able to raise and sell in the last five years amounts to about two hundred and fifty-six dollars." "I'll lend you the rest," offered Douglas. "Dad said he'd let me have it, and so did Inez. But I'd rather borrow from you." Douglas flushed with pleasure. "Had you, Judith? Tell me why!" "I don't like to be under obligations to Dad; and Inez' money--well, I don't feel keen about her money. As for you--Doug, it's queer, but I'd just as soon ask you for anything. I don't know whether it's a compliment to you or not." "I consider it a compliment," said Douglas softly. "I had no idea you had that sort of confidence in me." "O, I'm not such a wild woman that I don't know a real man when I see one, Doug,--even if you are making an idiot of yourself just now! You should have planned to be more tactful about bringing your old sky pilot in here." "Tactful! What a word!" exclaimed Douglas, "For heaven's sake, Jude, don't you get the idea better than that? This is a matter of--" He hesitated, at a loss for a moment for a word that should tell Judith something of the yearning conflict that obsessed him. "This is a battle," he said finally, "a fight to the finish for--for--" then he blurted out the word that in Lost Chief was taboo--"for souls!" exclaimed Douglas. Judith looked at him quickly; but to Douglas' vast relief she did not laugh. Instead, her eyes were deep with some emotion he could not name. "I don't think I understand you, Doug," she said at last. "I couldn't get so worked up over anything that had to do with religion. But I do see that it means a lot to you and I think you're foolish to trust to a man like Fowler to put anything over in this valley for you." "You don't know my old sky pilot like I do," insisted Doug. "Yes, you must have got a deep knowledge of him in one night!" "I sure did!" said Douglas simply. "You are sure that you realize how bitterly the Valley resents your doing this?" "Yes. And the Valley had better realize, if it plans trouble, that I'm neither soft, nor easy." "I just wish you weren't trying to do it," repeated Judith. "What do you want me to do?" asked Douglas. "Why, be a first-class rancher, make money, and travel and learn something about life."