ward the waiting horseman, their riders uttering buoyant little cries of encouragement and laug

ned in near her father's horse. "Stand and deliver. What's in that fat, in

Lynne inquired with

o tin boxes wrapped in one package," Ronny triumphantly informed. "Get down from your horse, Se?or Lynne, and hand over

ly at Ronny. Marjorie sat on her pony, watching the devoted pair with an affectionate smile. She was thinki

was making energetic grabs at the package her fathe

sent up an approving whinny. Dawn also began to neigh vigorously. "Can

boxes such as she was famed for having provided at the Travelers' campus spreads. She handed one of th

ed. "Two hours yet till dinner. Sit down, Se?or L

t packed for you by the time you are ready to go East to Hamilton." Teresa was th

again this fall." Ronny turned calm gray eyes u

ig fair giant of a man with penetrating blue eyes, a strong square chin and thick fair hair brus

join their expedition. I shall be gone all winter. I can't take you with me, and I don't wish you to be alon

round her father's neck. She placed a playful hand to his lips. "Not anothe

?" her father te

tay here with you," s

re? You aren't going to say I can't go to Mexico, are

that you aren't going away on my

laughing evasion. "Besides you took me so by surpr

her heart beat faster. Quickly she laid the gray envelope over it, striving to keep her lovely face from indexing her love for Hal. She bent purposely wrinkled brows over the gray envelope. It bore a San Francisco postmark. The writing on it seemed oddly familiar,

will," Mr. Lynne was s

onny put on a non

ck to Hamilton and finish your part of the work of building the dormitory?"

"Now it's my turn. Hadn't your friends forgotten all about that silver expedition unti

am obliged to become a prospector in order to make you

mitted. "It's dear in you." There was

came her father's crisp decision. "Never undertake a thing unless you are prepared to finish it, Little Comrade."

d her on the campus. She is Page and Dean's greatest show feature, not to mention what she is to the Traveler

efore the trio ended their absorbed confab and rose to take the trail to Mana?a. The sun wa

e east to distant purple-tipped heights. She was experiencing an odd sense of unreality in the scene. Was it really, she, Marjorie Dean, who looked down from a height up

that it seemed strange to her to be betrothed to Hal. Her fingers closed around the envelope that held hi

in the sweet fragrance of Spring, aflower, and felt the tender clasp of his arms and the touch of his lips on her own. She