“I must say your actions don't bear out your words. You've just been trying to turn me against him.” “I haven't. I've been trying to convince you that I want you, anyway, and Harry needn't come between us.” “In other words, you're willing to overlook my being Harry's sister. I appreciate your generosity, I'm sure.” She did not look, however, as if she meant that. “I didn't mean that.” “Then you won't overlook it? How very unfortunate! Because I can't help the relationship.” “Would you, if you could?” he asked rashly. “Certainly not!” “I'm afraid we're getting off the trail,” he amended tactfully. “I asked you, a while back, if you'd marry me.” “And I said I must hear both sides of your trouble with Harry, before I could answer.” “What's the use? You'd take his part, anyway.” “Not if I found he was guilty of all you--insinuate. I should be perfectly just.” She really believed that. “Can't you tell me yes or no, anyway? Don't let him come between us.” “I can't help it. We'd never agree, or be happy. He'd keep on coming between us, whether we meant him to or not,” she said dispiritedly. “That's a cinch,” Rowdy muttered, thinking of Harry's trouble-breeding talents. “Then there's no more to be said. Until you and Harry settle your difficulties amicably, or I am convinced that he's in the wrong, we'll just be friends, Mr. Vaughan. Good afternoon.” She rode into the Rodway yard, feeling very just and virtuous, no doubt. But she left Rowdy with some rather unpleasant thoughts, and with a sentiment toward her precious brother which was not far from manslaughter. CHAPTER 8. Pink in a Threatening Mood. Eagle Creek Smith had at last reached the point where he must face new conditions and change established customs. He could no longer ignore the barrenness of the range, or close his eyes to the grim fact that his cattle were facing starvation--and that in June, when they should be taking on flesh. When he finally did confess to himself that things couldn't go on like that, others had been before him in leasing and buying land, until only the dry benches were left to him and his hungry herds. But Eagle Creek was a man of resource. When the round-up pulled in and Wooden Shoes reported to him the general state of the cattle, and told of the water-holes newly fenced and of creek bottoms gobbled by men more farseeing than he, Eagle Creek took twenty-four hours to adjust himself to the situation and to meet the crisis before him. His own land, as compared to his twenty thousand cattle, was too pitifully inadequate for a second thought. He must look elsewhere for the correct answer to his problem. When Rowdy rode apathetically up to the stable, Pink came out of the bunk-house to meet him, big with news. “Oh, doctor! We're up against it a-plenty now,” he greeted, with his dimples at their deepest. “Huh!” grunted Rowdy crossly. “What's hurting you, Pink?”