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A MAN WORTH WHILE
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went over and over the scenes of her meeting with the handsome woodsman. His dark, expressive eyes hung insistently in her memory, his rich voice rang in her ears. She was relieved when Fletcher, accompanied by the sheriff and his men, arrived and quickly set off again at a furious gallop in the direction which John Scott had taken.
The hours dragged by, and the girls waited. The sun sank lower and
"Everything's all right," exclaimed Fletcher in answer to a dozen questions from the girls, as he swung off his horse. "I guess we're a lawabiding crowd of citizens, after all. We got there just as John was holdin' up the hul crowd — thieves, vigilance committee and all. Guess they were all glad to see us, even the thieves. Well, the sheriff's got the thieves, and here's the horses. Now we'll take you girls home."
THE HORSES ARE RESTORED TO THEIR OWNERS
lower, twilight gathered and the stars crept out. Ann shivered as they sat upon the steps, watching and listening, and Dorothy crept close to her. She was not surprised at Ann's concern over this handsome John Scott, whom she had met for the first time not six hours before; women are quick to read each other's heart secrets. At last there came the swing of hoofbeats. Then Scott and Fletcher rode into sight, each leading one of the stolen horses.
"I want to ride by you, daddy," said the designing Dorothy. "I feel a bit shaky yet."
So it came about that John and Ann rode side by side across the brown prairies in the starlight, toward the Fletcher ranch, while Dorothy rode far in advance with her father. It was the first one of many rides, and into Ann's heart crept the consciousness that here at last was the man of her dreams — the man worth while !