"Wait until to-morrow. She is
ugg boots on sale resting."
A shade of disappointment crossed his face. "All right," he agreed. "I wanted to tell her that her messages got off all right."
"I'll tell her when I go back."
"That'll be just as well," he answered reluctantly. "How is she feeling?"
"Exhausted. She's been under severe strain."
"Oughtn't she to have a doctor? I could ride--"
"She won't listen to it. And I think her head is all right now. But she ought to
ugg boots on sale have complete rest for several days."
"Well, I'm likely to be busy enough," he said simply. "The schedule is all shot to pieces, and, unless this rain lets up, we'll have more track out. What do you think of it?"
Miss Van Arsdale looked up through the thrashing pines to the rush of the gray-black clouds. "I think we're in for a siege of it," was her
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They rode along single file in the narrow trail until they emerged into the open. Then Banneker's horse moved forward, neck and neck with the other. Miss Van Arsdale reined down her uneasy roan.
"Ban."
"Yes?"
"Have you ever seen anything like her before?"
"Only on the stage."
She smiled. "What do you think of her?"
"I hardly know how to express it," he answered frankly, though hesitantly. "She makes me
classic short ugg think of all the poetry I've ever read."
"That's dangerous. Ban, have you any idea what kind of a girl she is?"
"What kind?" he repeated. He looked startled.
"Of course you haven't. How should you? I'm going to tell you."
"Do you know her, Miss Camilla?"
"As well as if she were my own sister. That is, I know her type. It's common enough."
"It can't be," he protested eagerly.
"Oh,
classic short uggs yes! The type is. She is an exquisite specimen of it; that's all. Listen, Ban. Io Welland is the petted and clever and willful daughter of a rich man; a very rich man he would be reckoned out here. She lives in a world as remote from this as the moon."
