He crept out of his tent and looked around. Up where they had carried Blake from the precipices stood a larger tent. Near it, under a low-growing pine, the surgeon lay rolled in a blanket, fast asleep. Some distance away, in the other direction, Yuki and two of the ranch hands were building a stone fireplace. Beyond them were picketed three horses, the nearest of which was Rocket. Ashton stood up and started rapidly towards the big rawboned horse. Within a few yards, however, his pace slackened. He faltered and stopped to look back at the larger tent. After a pause, he turned about and slowly approached the tent. As he drew near he heard a murmur of voices barely distinguishable above the booming of the canyon. Again he faltered and stopped and stood hesitating. The open front of the tent faced at right angles to his line of approach. As he hesitated, he saw Isobel's head appear, veiled in the loose meshes of her chestnut hair. She looked about towards him, and drew back with a startled little cry. He turned away to go to Rocket. A quick heavy step sounded behind him. Knowles had sprung out of the tent and was striding to overtake the retreating man. "Hold on, Lafe," he ordered. "Where you going?" Ashton faced him with quiet resolution. His eyes were dark with misery, but his once lax mouth was strangely like Blake's in its firm full lines. "There's only one thing for me to do, Mr. Knowles," he replied. "I am going away. Your daughter will understand why." "How're you going?" asked the cowman, his face impassive. "I traded with Miss--Miss Knowles for Rocket. Didn't she ever tell you?" "Don't matter if she did. Rocket wasn't her hawss to trade." "Then, unless my pony is up here, I shall walk down as far as the ranch," said Ashton. He added with bitter humiliation: "It's well I have learned about Rocket in time. I've done enough, without adding horse thief to the list. I would have started at once, but I could not leave until I had asked about Mr. Blake. I wished to thank him for all that he has done for me." "All that he--!" echoed Knowles. "If you want to know, it was a mighty narrow squeak. But we pulled him through. He's awake now and says he's doing fine. He wants to talk to you." "I should like very much to do as he wishes, Mr. Knowles, but I--cannot bear to--meet her. You may realize that it is hard enough at best." "_Sho!_ If that's all," readily reassured the cowman, "I'll ask Chuckie to go out and hide in the bushes." "But I could not allow that, you know." "Then I figure you've got to come anyhow. Can't let you go off without saying good-by to him and Jenny." "Jenny?" repeated Ashton. "It's all in the family now," explained Knowles. "Tom has been telling us how he's got that irrigation project all figured out in his head. He was saying what he and Jenny had planned to do for us even before Chuckie let out her secret. Come on and hear the rest." "I fear I must ask you to excuse me, Mr. Knowles. I--"