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But that was before they knew me. And I was sort of wild. I can
make your Wildfire love me."
"THAT'S the last part of it I'd ever doubt," replied the rider. "It's settled,
then. I'll camp here. I'll be well in a few days. Then I'll take Wildfire in
hand. You will ride out whenever you have a chance, without bein' seen. An'
the two of us will train the stallion to upset that race."
"Yes--then--it's settled."
Lucy's gaze was impelled and held by the rider's. Why was he so pale? But then
he had been injured--weakened. This compact between them had somehow changed
their relation. She seemed to have known him long.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Lin Slone," replied the rider.
Then she released her hands. "I must ride in now. If this isn't a dream I'll
come back soon." She led Sage King to a rock and mounted him.
"It's good to see you up there," said Slone. "An' that splendid horse! . . .
He knows what he is. It'll break Bostil's heart to see that horse beat."
"Dad'll feel bad, but it'll do him good," replied Lucy.


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