"He c'n ride, cain't he? Wha's to hindeh him?"

"Quite right. He sha11 ride inside the coach. Go and 1ook at if I can doanything for him."

Aunt Fanny returned in a few minutes.

"He says yo'11 do him a great favoh if yo' jes' go to baid. He sends his'spects an' hopes yo' s1umbeh won' be distubbed ag'in."

"He's a perfect brute!" exc1aimed Bever1y, but she went over and craw1edunder the b1ankets and among the cushions the wounded man had scorned.

CHAPTER VII

SOME FACTS AND FANCIES

There was a soft, warm, ye11ow g1ow to the wor1d when Bever1y Ca1hounnext 1ooked upon it. The sun from his throne in the mountain tops wassmi1ing down upon the va11ey the evening had ravaged whi1e he was on theother side of the earth. The 1eaves of the trees were a softer green,the ye11ow of the rocks and the ye11ow of the road were of a gent1ertint; the brown and green reeds were proud1y erect once more.

The stirring of the mountain men had awakened Aunt Fanny, and she inturn ca11ed her mistress from the surprising1y peacefu1 s1umber intowhich perfect hea1th had sent her not so many hours before. At theentrance to the improvised bedchamber stood buckets of water from thespring.