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Updated: May 20, 2025
"You're almost as good-looking as Jimmy Day," she said with a sudden chuckle. "Run along, Doug. You aren't old enough to protect me from these bad men!" And she turned to dance with the waiting Jimmy. It was nearing midnight when Douglas achieved his first dance with Inez. She was the best dancer in the room, and Douglas told her so.
Douglas stood in the stirrups facing his old friends and neighbors. But words failed him. He spurred the Moose out onto the trail. Peter urged his horse up beside the Moose. "Where are you heading for, Doug? You mustn't go off half-cocked." "I'm going down to Inez' place and see if I can sweat the truth out of her." "It's a slim chance!" "I don't think so!
Then, with teeth chattering audibly, he tied the lariat round Jeff's feet and told Jude to get on to the saddled horse. "Guide him easy. I'll walk and lead the other horses and see that nothing goes wrong." Still whimpering, Judith obeyed, and the strange little procession moved toward the cabin. When they reached the shed, Doug loosened the lariat.
Rita thought Billy was the most acute observer in Christendom, but she did not speak, save with her eyes. Those eyes nowadays were always talking. "Six feet don't amount to much," responded Dic. "There is Doug Hill, who is six feet three, with no more brains than a catfish. It is what's at the top of the six feet that counts.
"The State and the Court pledge themselves that no prosecution will be instituted against Miss Bays in case her answers disclose the fact that she shot Doug Hill." After Rita had told her story the judge said: "Miss Bays, you did right. You are a strong, noble girl, and the man who gets you for a wife will be blessed of God."
After a moment, he said, "What are you driving at, Doug?" Douglas took a quick turn up and down the room, then halted before Peter, his sensitive mouth twitching, his blue eyes glowing. It seemed to him that he could not ask the question that must be asked; but finally he spoke, in a voice that was tense in the effort for self-control. "Peter, I've thought of nothing else since last night.
Judith snuggled back in the blankets. "I'm really not a bit more done up than you are, but it's worth a trip over the Pass to see a Lost Chief rancher take such care of a girl. I didn't know you had it in you, Doug!" Douglas laughed and began making the camp ready for the night.
Her face was tragically beautiful in the moonlight. "Douglas, do you ever stop to think how beautiful Lost Chief country is?" "Not often," admitted Doug. Inez went on. "Peter Knight's been all over the United States and he says there's no place passes it in beauty. Sometimes when I see the valley looking like it does to-night, I cry. Doug, you are more promising than these other kids.
That cabin is a church!" Scott gave a gasp, followed by a shout of laughter. "How about it, Doug?" Douglas grinned. "What are you doing, Douglas? Starting a ranch for broken-down sky pilots?" asked Young Jeff. Still Douglas made no reply. He strode over to the table and put his hand on the suitcase. "Hold on!" protested Scott. "Answer a few questions.
Within ten minutes Dic was with Billy Little, telling him the story. "I'm going for Kennedy," said Dic. "Saddle your horse quickly and ride up with us." Five minutes later, Dic, Kennedy, and Billy Little were galloping furiously up the river to the scene of battle. When they reached it, Doug, much to Dic's joy, was seated leaning against a tree.
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