"Hullo, here's Rhoda now!"

The Rose Ranch girl appeared, smiling and wide awake. She did not
appear to be lame from the previous day's riding.

"Hear that renegade calling out there?" she asked. "He's followed
the herd down from the hills. Come on and let's catch our ponies.
We'll take a ride out that way before breakfast. If it is the horse
I think it is, you'll see something worth while."

They hurried down to the corral where the riding ponies were. With
her rope Rhoda noosed first her own, then Nan's, and then Walter's
mounts. The saddles hung along the fence, and they cinched them on
tight to the round barrels of the ponies, and then mounted.

The horses were fresh again, and started off spiritedly. The sun
was coming up now, and again the wonder of sunrise on the plains
impressed the girl from Tillbury.

"It is just wonderful, Rhoda," she told her friend. "I shall never
cease to marvel at it."

"It is worth getting up in the morning to see," agreed Rhoda,
smiling. "There! See yonder?"

The level rays of the sun touched up the edge of the plain toward
which they were headed. Here the broken rocks of the foothills
joined the lush grass of the valley. On a boulder, outlined clearly
against the background of the hill, stood a beautiful creature