walking, panting and breathless with 

 exercise in that altitude. The blood 

 pounded in my head with such a 

 noise that Sally caught an arm be- 

 fore I realised that she had been 

 speaking. 



"We camp beyond the clearing, 

 I rode on to tell you. How do you 

 like Kentuck? Katy appears to be 

 all the Captain claims for her, steady, 

 mountain- wise and plenty of nerve." 

 She began to sing softly 



"Sweet Katy Conner, 

 I dote upon her. 

 Kate, Kate, my charming Kate, 

 I hope you'll carry me, 

 Nor please don't take a notion 

 Of complicated motion 

 And fling my precious bonelets 

 In the branches of a tree." 



What did I think of Kentuck? 

 There certainly was something queer 

 about her. Perhaps it was that cow- 

 boy calling her a " woman-hoss " 

 put it into my head, but only a short 

 time ago, I had felt Kentuck sud- 

 denly getting ready to jump. I could 

 not imagine why. There was a stick, 

 perhaps two inches thick, lying in 



