The surveyor had completed his task and gone. Roger was alone. He had pitched camp by one of the clear, cool springs in the heart of the Flower Prairie. A camp fire was smoldering before the tent; the smoke had attracted attention. Payne heard the pounding of hoofs coming toward him through the tall grass, and soon Ramos swung into sight and checked his horse sharply. "Well?" said Payne. And then the girl of the Egret came riding up beside Ramos. Payne said, "Well!" again, but the word had another meaning. "Well!" said she. Then they both laughed, and she rode up close and dropped off her horse. She was attired in a soft white waist and white riding breeches, but there was about her none of the tomboy so easily suggested by such togs. In spite of the masculinity of her attire the long, supple lines of her body were exquisitely feminine. And she was as relieved at the sight of him as he was glad to behold her. "I knew you hadn't gone away," said she, after a short silence. "Who said I had gone away?" "They all said so." "Garman?" A blush suffused the clear skin of her cheeks; and as she looked away a sensation of dread crept round Roger's heart. "Never mind," he said. "Never mind who said it; I'm still here; and I'm going to remain." "You found your land?" "Yes." "It was not as represented, was it?" she asked slowly. "Oh, that!" he said carelessly. "That's all a matter of salesmanship. An honest, enthusiastic salesman will boost his goods to the skies because that's the way they look to him. A farmer with a bunch of hill and rocks as his property will swear he's got the finest farm in the country because he's enthusiastic about it. This is wild land here--a wild, wild land proposition. It may look bad now as a business deal, but another year and there'll be a difference." "Then you don't feel you've been cheated?" she said, relief and hopefulness in her tone. "No! No matter what happens, I don't feel I've been cheated." "Is that true?" He looked at her steadfastly and replied: "It is." "Where is your land?" "Right here." He waved his hand at the Flower Prairie, at the elderberry jungle. "Here?" she cried, leaning forward eagerly. "Do you mean it? Really?" "Right here," he repeated, kicking the ground vigorously. "Oh, I'm glad!" she murmured. "I'm so glad!" "Why?" "I was afraid--maybe my suspicions aren't true after all." She was silent for a moment. "But I can't leave--I can't leave now!" "Wait!" he cried, leaping toward her, but with one spring the horse was out of reach and galloping away. Payne watched till she was out of sight, but she did not look back. XVIII