"Naw, it ain’t," answered Lem, raising his ferret eyes to the horseman. "I’ll jes’ bet it’s Mr. Forrest; yes, sir, it’s him. He’s borryed Ketchem down by ther station, seein’s he couldn’t git word out fur his own horse." And he put the flute to his lips. "I’ve travelled all over ther country, prospectin’ an’ diggin’ fur gold." It was a discordant peal and the lad knew it. He also felt that this rider, descending now into the lane, regarded him with laughing eyes. Forrest drew his rein outside the bars and Martha came over to the fence. "How do you do?" he said. "You’re looking well." "Wal, yes," she answered with her serious smile, and wiping her hand on her apron, she grasped the palm he offered across the rail, "I’m fair ter middlin’. I calc’late you’ve kem prospectin’, but Eben’s off in ther hills; he ’lowed he was gittin’ powerful clost ter ther head o’ that ther petrified man, an’ you’re likelier ter find er needle in er haystack ’n him. But ef you’ll stop over night ’ith us, mebbe he’ll kem in." "Thank you," said Forrest, "but I’m going right on to the headwaters. It’s a long time since I had a night under the stars. I promised to leave Jake’s horse with Thornton. I suppose Colonel is here; I’d like to see him, and Miss Hunter too, for a few minutes, before I ride on." She shook her head. "You’ll find her an’ ther horse out to ther new ranch." "Then," said Forrest, "I’ll water Ketchem and go on; but I would like a drink of that milk, first, if you have it to spare." "Land, yes." She dipped the great tin measure into the pail, and having wiped it also on her apron, handed it to him over the rails. "It always seems to me," he said, pausing between draughts, "that this milk is a little better than any other." "That’s what ther schoolmarm always ’lowed. She said she tasted ther buttercups in it. But that was before ther Jedge sent her them Jerseys." "So," said Forrest, amused and puzzled at the strangeness of the gift, "So Judge Kingsley sent her some cattle?" "You bet," Lem answered for his mother; "an’ ther ain’t never be’n nothin’ ter kem up ter them two cows in ther hull deestrict. ’Bout ther color o’ young squirrel, an’ slick’s er peeled fir. Ther Jedge he kem out here las’ week in his dogcart. He’d heard ’bout ther new trail an’ ’lowed he’d drive straight through." The boy paused to swing himself over the fence and down into the lane. "But Mose, he didn’t count on no dogcarts when he done ther slashin’. I went er piece ter show him ther branch. You’d orter o’ seen him;—thort I’d bu’st;—a-holdin’ onter ther reins ’ith one hand an’ ther seat ’ith the other; a bumpin’ over logs an’ snags; a gittin’ ther wheels all tied up; a grabbin’ fur his hat an’ yellin’, ’Whoa, whoa, Carlyle.’ Oh, Lord, I thort I’d die."