How would you like to drive the mail regularly next winter, Douglas?"
The boy tossed "Treasure Island" on the table. "Do you mean you'd let me have it?"
"What would you do with the money?"
Douglas hesitated.
Judith spoke. "I know what I'd do. I'd put half the money into books. The other half I'd use to buy me some buckers and I'd go into training as a lady bronco buster."
Everybody laughed, and Mrs. Spencer said, "You won't have time to keep your nose in a book if you start in that line, Judith!"
"I'll always read," retorted Judith loftily.
"I'd buy me a silver-mounted saddle and silver spurs," said Douglas, "and that dapple gray of Oscar Jefferson's and a good greyhound, and I'd go into the wild horse catching business."
John groaned. "We've sure-gawd got an ambitious pair of kids here, Mary! What about the money you get from this trip, Doug?"
"Will you let me keep it?" asked Douglas, eagerly.
"I'll see!" John picked up his book again.
"Let me go with you, Doug!" pleaded Judith.
"Nothing doing!" exclaimed her stepfather succinctly. "You go to bed now before you get me aggravated."
Judith tossed her head but obediently retired to her corner of the room, undressed and crawled into her bed. Douglas was not long in following her example.
It was about eight o'clock Wednesday morning and twenty below zero when the mail buckboard driven by Douglas took the rising trail from Black Gorge eastward over the Mesa Pass. The snow was heavy and the trail only indifferently opened. To add to the difficulties,
