"I'm sorry, I hoped I'd catch her; perhaps I've something she ought to have." Dr. Harpe looked at the telegram. Perhaps it was something she ought to have also. "Look here, I've got a call to make over in the direction of Dubois's sheep camp and I'll take the message." "Will you, Doc?" he said in relief. "That's good of you." He looked at the telegram and hesitated. "I didn't stop for an envelope." "Oh, I won't read it." "I know that, Doc," he assured her. "But----" She was already hastening away for the purpose. "Whew!" Dr. Harpe threw open her coat in sudden warmth. "I'm glad she didn't get _that_!" She re-read the message-- Have heard nothing from you. Am anxious. Is all well with you? Telegraph answer to address given in letter. Dr. Harpe tore the telegram in bits and watched the pieces flutter into the waste-basket. "The Old Boy certainly looks after his own, Harpe," she murmured, but her fingertips were cold with nervousness. Dr. Harpe had paid her professional visit and her horses were dragging the buggy through the deep sand in the direction of Dubois's sheep-ranch, where she contemplated staying for supper and driving home in the cooler evening. The small matter of being unwelcome never deterred Dr. Harpe when she was hungry and could save expense. There was no one in sight nor human habitation within her range of vision; the slow drag was monotonous; the flies were bad and the heat was great; she was both drowsy and irritable. "Lord! how I hate the smell of sheep!" she said fretfully as the odor rose strong from a bedding-ground, "and their everlastin' bleat would set me crazy. Gosh! it's hot! Wonder how she'll enjoy spending her honeymoon about forty feet from Dubois's shearing-pens," she sniggered. "Well, no matter what comes up in the future, I've settled _her_; she's out of the way for good and all, and I've kept my word--she'll never marry Ogden Van Lennop!" Yet she was aware that there was hollowness in her triumph--that it was marred by a nameless fear which she refused to admit. Van Lennop was still to be reckoned with. His telegram had reminded her forcibly of that. The muffled sound of galloping hoofs in the sand caused her to raise her chin from her chest and her mind became instantly alert. It would be a relief to exchange a word with some one, she thought, and wondered vaguely at the swiftness of the gait upon so hot a day. She could hear the labored breathing of the horses now and suddenly two riders flashed into sight around the curve of the hill. Instantly they pulled their horses on their haunches and swung them with rein and spur into the deep washout in the gulch where the giant sagebrush hid them. It was so quickly done that Dr. Harpe had only a glimpse of flashing eyes, swarthy skins, and close-cropped, coal-black hair, but the glimpse was sufficient to cause her to say to herself--