But he would return, and then he would not let such another opportunity pass. Glen stroked the horse's proudly-arching neck as he champed impatiently at his bit. "Take care of your master, Pedro," she ordered, "and bring him safely back to Glen West." "Then you wish me to return, eh?" Reynolds queried. "Why shouldn't you?" and the girl blushed. "You have to arrange about that gold, you know."