her crimson gown. Hale had not forgotten a pillion and there the
transfer was made. Hale lifted her behind his saddle and handed up
her bundle.

"I'll take good care of her," he said.

"All right," said the old man.

"And I'm coming over soon to fix up that coal matter, and I'll let
you know how she's getting on."

"All right."

"Good-by," said Hale.

"I wish ye well," said the mountaineer. "Be a good girl, Juny, and
do what Mr. Hale thar tells ye."

"All right, pap." And thus they parted. June felt the power of
Hale's big black horse with exultation the moment he started.

"Now we're off," said Hale gayly, and he patted the little hand
that was about his waist. "Give me that bundle."

"I can carry it."

"No, you can't--not with me," and when he reached around for it
and put it on the cantle of his saddle, June thrust her left hand
into his overcoat pocket and Hale laughed.