The clump of browned trees reached, it took but little time to unpack the lunch and start a cunningly built fire of twigs and broken branches, over which the coffee quickly heated. Depressing as the surroundings were, barren and sun-baked as far as eye could see, the bed of the creek dried and cracked and curling, this scene was destined to live long in the memory of Tex Ewalt. The food, better cooked and far more daintily prepared than any he could recall, tasted doubly good in the presence of his intelligent, good-looking companion. The subjects of their interested discussions were wide in range and neither very long maintained a certain restraint which had characterized their earlier conversations. She led him to talk of the West as it was, as he had seen it, and as he hoped it would become; a skillful question starting him off anew, and her intelligent comments keeping him at his best. So absorbed were they that even he failed to hear the step of a horse and did not know of its presence until an eager, if timid, hail stopped him short. "Gosh, you people look cheerful," called Tommy Watkins, gazing at Jane with his heart in his eyes. "Sorry I can’t say the same about your looks," chuckled Tex, his quick glance noting the boyishness of their visitor, his youthful freshness and the rebellious admiration in his unblinking eyes. Tex took himself in hand and crushed the feeling of jealousy which tingled in him and threatened to show itself in words, looks, and actions. He looked inquiringly at his companion and at her slight nod, he beckoned to the youth. "Come over here an’ make it three-handed, cowboy," he called. "We’ll salvage what we can of th’ lunch an’ feed it to you. Did you find the ranch there, when you got home th’ other night?" Tommy rode up and gravely dismounted. "Yes, it was there. They said you hadn’t been around so far as they knew, so I had my hasty ride for nothin’. How’d’y do, ma’am?" he asked, his hat going under his arm. "Very well, indeed," replied Jane, smiling and fixing a place for him at her other side. "I’m sorry you did not come while there was more to eat, although I’ll confess that I am not apologizing for my share of the havoc. It has been a long time since I have enjoyed a meal as I have this lunch. Sit here, Mr. Watkins--I am glad that there is some coffee left." "That’s what I get for being thrifty and thinking of the future," laughed Tex. "It’s like the men who work hard and save all their lives, so that someone else can spend for them. Here you go, Thomas: look out--it’s still hot." "Thank you, ma’am," said Tommy, flushing and embarrassed, as he dropped onto the spot indicated. "I ain’t a bit hungry, though."