I must do something. Stillwell, you must help me."

Whenever Madeline fell into a quandary she had to call upon the
old cattleman. No man ever held a position with greater pride
than Stillwell, but he had been put to tests that steeped him in
humility. Here he scratched his head in great perplexity.

"Dog-gone the luck! What's this elopin' bizness to do with
cattle-raisin'? I don't know nothin' but cattle. Miss Majesty,
it's amazin' strange what these cowboys hev come to. I never seen
no cowboys like these we've got hyar now. I don't know them any
more. They dress swell an' read books, an' some of them hev
actooly stopped cussin' an' drinkin'. I ain't sayin' all this is
against them. Why, now, they're jest the finest bunch of
cow-punchers I ever seen or dreamed of. But managin' them now is
beyond me. When cowboys begin to play thet game gol-lof an' run
off with French maids I reckon Bill Stillwell has got to resign."

"Stillwell! Oh, you will not leave me? What in the world would
I do?" exclaimed Madeline, in great anxiety.

"Wal, I sure won't leave you, Miss Majesty. No, I never'll do
thet. I'll run the cattle bizness fer you an' see after the
hosses an' other stock. But I've got to hev a foreman who can
handle this amazin' strange bunch of cowboys."

"You've tried half a dozen foremen. Try more until you find the
man who meets your requirements," said Madeline. "Never mind that
now. Tell me how to impress Ambrose--to make him an example, so
to speak. I must have another maid. And I do not want a new