"Dudes from the Scissor Ranch over to look at the freak woman sheepherder." Disston winced a little. Kate might misunderstand and take offense at Beth Rathburn's laughter. But Kate ignored, then forgot them, until Bowers, working at that end of the corral, came back and jerked his thumb over his shoulder: "That feller wants to speak to you." Kate looked up impatiently, hesitated, wiped her face on the sleeve of her forearm and walked over without great alacrity. As she went forward Kate looked only at the girl, who, cool and dainty in her sheer white muslin, her fair face reflecting the glow from the pink silk lining of her parasol, small of stature and as exquisitely feminine as a Dresden china shepherdess, was her direct antithesis. Kate's divided skirt was bedraggled, a rent showed in the sleeve of her blouse, her riding boots were shabby, and the fingers were out of her worn gauntlets. Her hat was white with the dust of the corral, her hair dishevelled and her face, still damp with perspiration, was grimy. But somehow she managed to be picturesque and striking. Her clothes could not hide the long beautiful curves of her tall figure and she carried herself very erect, with something dignified and authoritative in her manner, while her wide free gestures were the movements of independence and self-reliance. Disston looking at her eagerly and intently as she came closer noted that the changes the years had made were chiefly in her expression. The friendly candor of her eyes was replaced by a look that was coldly speculative, and her lips that had smiled so readily now expressed determination. Her whole bearing was indicative of concentration, singleness of purpose and patience or, more strictly, a dogged endurance. These things Disston saw in his swift scrutiny before she recognized him. She stopped abruptly, her eyes widened and her lips parted in astonishment. "Hughie!" She went forward swiftly, her eyes shining with the glad welcome he remembered and all her old-time impetuosity of manner. Then she checked herself as suddenly. She did not withdraw the hand she had extended, but the smile froze on her lips and all the warmth went out of her greeting. She added formally, "I wasn't expecting to see any one I knew--you surprised me." Wondering at her change of manner, he laughed as he shook hands with her. "I hoped to--it's one of the things I've been looking forward to." Beth Rathburn was looking, not at Kate, but at Disston, when he introduced them; she could not remember when she had seen him so animated, so genuinely glad. "I've been enormously interested--however do you do it?" Miss Rathburn said in her cool drawl, while she studied Kate's face curiously. "It's my business," Kate replied simply, regarding her with equal interest. "And you live out here by yourself, without any other woman? Aren't you lonely?" "I'm too busy." "You work with the men--just like one of them?" "Just like a man," Kate repeated evenly.