"I haven't time to explain. Only--will you do as I say? Exactly?" "Of course." Kitty looked inquiringly into her foster-brother's face. Didn't he know she loved him better than anybody and would mind him always? "When we are on the horses if I say to you: 'Follow me!' will you?" "Of course. Away to the sky, over yonder, if you want me." "Even if any grown folks should try to stop you? Even if Abel or Mercy?" "Even"--declared the little girl, sincerely. "Now go back to the house, or anywhere you please till Abel calls you, or I do. Then come and mount. And then--then--do exactly as I tell you. Remember." He went away, back to the group of men about the barn, and Kitty sat down in the shady place to wait. But it was not for long. Presently she heard Mercy calling her, and saw Abel, with Gaspar, leading the black gelding and pretty Snowbird out of the stable toward a ring of other horses. She got up and passed toward the cabin very slowly. Oddly enough, she began to feel timid about riding before all those watching, strange faces; yet did not understand why. Then she thought of Wahneenah, and her returning anger made her indifferent to them. "Abel wants you, Kit!" cried Mrs. Smith, quite ignoring the child's recent outbreak, and the girl walked quietly toward him. But it was Gaspar who helped to swing her into her saddle, where she settled herself with an ease learned long ago of the Snake-Who-Leaps. The lad, also, found time to whisper: "Remember your promise! We are to ride this race for Wahneenah's life--though nobody knows that save you and me. So ride your best. Ride as you never rode before--and on the road I lead you!" The sons of the new settler and horse dealer were to ride against these two. There were three of these youths, all well mounted, and the course was to be a certain number of times around the great wheat field so freshly reaped. It was a rough route, indeed, but as just for one as another, and in plain sight of all the visitors. The five horses ranged in a row with their noses touching a line, held by two men, that fell as the word was given: "One--two--three--GO!" They went. They made the circuit of the field in fair style, with the three strangers a trifle ahead. On the completion of the second heat, the easterners passed the starting-point alone. "Why, Gaspar! Why, Kitty!" shouted Abel reprovingly. "How's this?" "Maybe they don't understand what's meant," suggested somebody. Seemingly, they did not. For neither at the third round did they appear in leading. On the contrary, they had started off at a right angle, straight across the prairie; but now so fast they rode, and so unerringly, that long before their deserted friends had ceased to stare and wonder they had passed out of sight. CHAPTER XIV. ONCE MORE IN THE OLD HOME. "We can rest a little now, Kit. We are so far away that nobody could catch us if they tried. They won't try, any way, I guess. They'll think we'll go back."