passing at night," suggested the girl. "If they are, they come right through your property, below the house—not this way."
passing at night," suggested the girl. "If they are, they come right through your property, below the house—not this way."
He opened the gate from the saddle and they passed through, crossing the barranco, and stopping for a moment to look at the pigs and talk with the herdsman. Then they rode on toward the ranch house, a half mile farther down the widening cañon. It stood upon the summit of a low hill, the declining sun transforming its plastered walls, its cupolas, the sturdy arches of its arcades, into the semblance of a Moorish castle.
At the foot of the hill they dismounted at the saddle horse stable, tied their horses, and ascended the long flight of rough concrete steps toward the house. As they rounded the wild sumac bush at the summit, they were espied by those sitting in the patio, around three sides of which the house was built.
"Oh, here they are now!" exclaimed Mrs. Pennington. "We were so afraid that Grace would ride right on home, Custer. We had just persuaded Mrs. Evans to stay for dinner. Guy is coming, too."
"Mother, you here, too?" cried the girl. "How nice and cool it is in here! It would save a lot of trouble if we brought our things, mother."
"We are hoping that at least one of you will, very soon," said Colonel Pennington, who had risen, and now put an arm affectionately about the girl's shoulders.
"That's what I've been telling her again this afternoon," said Custer; "but instead she wants to——"
The girl turned toward him with a little frown and shake of her head.
"You'd better run down and tell Allen that we won't use the horses until after dinner," she said.
He grimaced good-naturedly and turned away.
"I'll have him take Senator home," he said. "I can drive you and your mother down in the car, when you leave."
As he descended the steps that wound among the um-
