The borrowed
buckboard, strong, light, two-seated, and built for service, had arrived
dramatically. Collie leaned back, the reins wrapped round his wrists,
and his foot pressing the brake home. In the harness stood, or rather
gyrated, Boyar and Collie's own pony Apache. It is enough to say that
neither of them had ever been in harness before. The ponies were trying
to get rid of the appended vehicle through any possible means. Louise
gasped.
"Price's team is out--over to the Oro Ranch. I knew you wanted a team in
a hurry--" said Collie.
"It looks quite like a team in a hurry," commented Dr. Marshall. "Your
man is a good driver?"
"Splendid!" said Louise. "Come on, Anne. You always said you wanted to
ride behind some real Western horses. Here they are."
"Why, this is just--just--bully!" whispered the stately Anne Marshall.
"And isn't he a striking figure?"
"Yes," assented Louise, who was just the least bit uncertain as to the
outcome of Collie's hasty assembling of untutored harness material. "It
is just 'bully.' Where in the world did you unearth that word, Anne?"
CHAPTER XVIII
A RED EPISODE
Dr. Marshall's offhand designation of the buckboard as "a team in a
hurry" was prophetic, even unto the end.
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