"
Gene did not make any reply. Indeed, he seemed wholly absorbed
in staring after her and wondering just how much or how little of
it she meant.
Evadna looked back, midway between the gate and the stable, and,
when she saw him standing exactly as she had left him, she waved
her hand and smiled. She was still smiling when she came up to
where Jack was giving those last, tentative twitches and pats
which prove whether a saddle is properly set and cinched; and she
would not say what it was that amused her. All the way up the
grade, she smiled and grew thoughtful by turns; and, when Jack
mentioned the fact that Good Indian had gone off mad about
something, she contented herself with the simple, unqualified
statement that she was glad of it.
Grant's horse dozed before the store, and Grant himself sat upon
a bench in the narrow strip of shade on the porch. Evadna,
therefore, refused absolutely to dismount there, though her
errand had been a post-office money order. Jack was already on
the ground when she made known her decision; and she left him in
the middle of his expostulations and rode on to the depot.
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