Inwardly resenting both the tone and words, I instantly resolved, in a spirit of loyalty to Joe, to remain where I was that night. Why should I not, indeed? I had never spent a night alone in my life, but I would let Mr. Horton know that I was not afraid to do it--I would let him know afterward--just at present I nodded my head in apparent acquiescence with his views, and bidding good-by to the trio, walked away toward the corral, intent on beguiling them into the belief, should they look back, that I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the cows in order that I might the sooner get away myself. In the silence that followed upon the last faint rumble of their disappearing wheels I thought of something else. Something that made my blood run cold with a sickening apprehension of the calamity that had so nearly befallen us. A moment more and, the numb fit of terror passed, I was dancing down the corral path, saying jubilantly to myself: "Oh, ho, Mr. Horton! But it isn't left alone! The homestead isn't left alone. I'm here, I'm here!" Jessie was half crazed with pain, no wonder that she had forgotten, but why should it have escaped my mind, until almost too late, that, under the homestead laws, the laws by which we hoped to obtain a title to this beautiful valley ranch, the house must not be left untenanted for a single night, until the deed to it was in the claimant's possession. We had heard so much about the homestead laws from poor father that we accounted ourselves quite able to comply with them all--yet--how nearly we had come to leaving the house vacant that night! And it was Mr. Horton, of all others, who had urged us to do so, and he understood the homestead laws; no one better. The thought of our narrow escape was still with me when, towards evening, I heard the tinkle of old Cleo's bell, coming musically down the mountain side, and went out to the corral to let down the bars. "After all," I thought, looking back at the house as I stood waiting by the bars, "it might not have been a complete success for Mr. Horton if he had got us all away from home for the night. The house and furniture would be pretty good proof to the land agent of the honesty of our intentions." CHAPTER V AN EXCITING EXPERIENCE I had never been left entirely without human companionship before, not even for a night, and I soon began to wonder at the amount of loneliness that can be compressed into a few hours. Before the afternoon was half spent I was mentally reviewing the history of Robinson Crusoe, and was feeling an intense sympathy for that resourceful castaway.