The girl broke the tension by saying, “Daddy, Jack and I are going to take a little ride.” “Don’t make him tired of you the first day,” he warned her, nudging Mason in the ribs. “That’s not nice of you, Daddy,” she called back to him as they rode off. Mason noticed that Powers had a sneer on his face as Josephine rode past him, and it increased his dislike for the man. They had gotten well out of sight of the ranch buildings when the girl again spoke, “Jack, I am going to take you over some of our range land and in return you must tell me about New York and your folks. Also, may I ask, why did you get so confused when Daddy introduced me last night?” “Why,” he countered, “did you rush into the house when you caught sight of me?” “I didn’t want you to hear me calling Scotty down,” she replied demurely, “but you have not answered my question.” “I was surprised to see you in such a pretty dress.” “Oh,” she exclaimed, her eyes opening wide, “do you think we are barbarians out here and don’t know how to dress?” “No,” he answered lamely, “but I was pleasantly surprised with you.” Josephine rode in silence. “I don’t know if I am to take that for a compliment or not,” she said at last. “I am sure I meant it for a compliment,” he interposed hastily. “You have a ready tongue,” she laughed, “but be careful you don’t slip up.” “How is it that I didn’t see this Bud Anderson you tell about?” he asked, changing the subject. “Oh, he’s away on business for Dad; we expect him back most any time now.” They were riding at an easy canter and had covered about fifteen miles. Mason was gradually getting over his lameness of the day before. The air was bracing and spicy with the smell of sage brush. Far off down the valley he could see cattle grazing. It was his first view of a large herd. In the distance he could see the mountains with their lofty peaks looming up in majestic splendor. The grandeur of it all filled him with awe. Josephine broke his reverie by saying, “Oh, I hope you will like it out here. Look! off there to the West is Devil’s Gap.” “Devil’s Gap,” he repeated. “Yes, come, we’ll ride out that way and I’ll tell you about it.” Putting the spurs to his horse he tried to keep up with her. “I am afraid you’re going too fast for me,” he called after her ruefully. A silvery laugh floated back to him as she checked her horse to a slower pace. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief as he rode up to her. “Forgive me, Sir Jack,” she said. “I forgot you are not used to the saddle.” He looked keenly at her. “I must appear an awful big dub in your eyes,” he said slowly. He was thinking of the poor comparison he would make if Bud Anderson was along. A severe look came into Josephine’s face. “If you think I feel that way,” she said gravely, “we’ll go back to the ranch.” He laughed boyishly. “Let’s not quarrel, you said we would ride out to this Devil’s Gap and you promised to tell me the story of it.”