"Come, m'sieu'," Jean Jacques said impatiently: "let us go to the house
of that M'sieu' Doyle. But first, mark this: I have in the West here
some land--three hundred and twenty acres. It may yet be to me a home,
where I shall begin once more with my Zoe's child--with my Zoe of Zoe--
the home-life I lost down by the Beau Cheval. . . . Let us go at
once."

"Yes, at once," answered the Young Doctor. Yet his feet were laggard,
for he was not so sure that there would be another home for Jean Jacques
with his grandchild as its star. He was thinking of Norah, to whom a
waif of the prairie had made home what home should be for herself and
Nolan Doyle.

"Read these letters first," he said, and he put the letters found on Zoe
in Jean Jacques' eager hands.

A half-hour later, at the horse-breeding ranch, the Young Doctor
introduced Jean Jacques to Norah Doyle, and instantly left the house.
He had no wish to hear the interview which must take place between the
two. Nolan Doyle was not at home, but in the room where they were shown
to Norah was a cradle. Norah was rocking it with one foot while,
standing by the table, she busied herself with sewing.

The introduction was of the briefest. "Monsieur Barbille wishes a word
with you, Mrs. Doyle," said the Young Doctor. "It's a matter that
doesn't need me. Monsieur has been in my care, as you know. . . .
Well, there, I hope Nolan is all right. Tell him I'd like to see him
to-morrow about the bay stallion and the roans. I've had an offer for
them. Good-bye--good-bye, Mrs. Doyle"--he was at the door--"I hope you