"Never was any place in the world more beautiful," mused Inez. "If you'd just see the beauty all around you, Doug, you'd do without the religion." "I do see the beauty," replied Douglas. "I've been seeing it ever since you told me to look for it. But it just makes me blue." "You're no cowman, Douglas," Inez spoke thoughtfully. "You ought to go East to college and get into politics or something!" Douglas shook his head. "I'm like Charleton. I couldn't leave these hills and plains for anything the East has to offer me." He rose slowly, and Inez stared up at him. Tall, slender, straight, his young face a little strained, a little wistful, he was to the older woman something finer than Lost Chief knew. "Judith," she said suddenly, "you're an awful fool!" Judith grunted, immersed in her own troubles. "Come, old lady," said Douglas. "We must get home." "I'm going to stay all night with Inez." "No, you're not, Jude," said Douglas quietly, and he stood waiting. "Let her stay, Doug. She'll be all right," urged Inez. "No," replied the young rider, with the familiar straightening of his chin. "Come, Judith!" The tall girl rose, shrugged her shoulders, and followed slowly to the corral after Douglas. Inez did not move and shortly they trotted away, leaving her alone in the firelight. The next day, sullenly enough, John ordered Doug to make the horses ready for the round-up. Frost had set in and he suddenly announced himself as fearful lest snows catch the herds high on the mountains. So Douglas and Judith spent the day bringing in several stout horses from the range. On the morning following, before breakfast was finished, Scott Parsons hallooed from the corral. The family went to the door. Scott was leading Sioux and Whoop-la. "Found these in the old Government corral up on Lost Chief Mountain," he said laconically. "I suppose you're going to get something worth while from Dad for this!" cried Judith passionately. Scott looked at the girl curiously. "You sure are crazy, Jude! Do you suppose I'd help John Spencer do you like that? John's a blank-blank and he knows it." Douglas moved to stand by Ginger's head. "No man says that to me without a grin." John drew his gun. "Jude!" said Doug sharply. He reached up and seized Scott's hand and with a sudden twist relieved him of his six-shooter. Judith struck up her father's arm and a shot scattered dust from the sod roof of the cabin. John smacked Judith on the cheek. She threw herself on him like a fighting she-bear. John dropped his gun to seize her wrists and Mary promptly picked the weapon up and gave it to Douglas. "Now," said Doug, when Judith stood panting like a young Diana, her eyes black with anger and excitement, "if you two men want to fight, take your fists and go to it!" John suddenly grinned, his eyes on Judith. "I don't see anybody spoiling for a fist fight but Judith. You little lynx-cat! You get handsomer every day!"