"
His young laugh echoed hers. "Burlesque nothing. My life wouldn't
be worth a thing if I went alone. Honest, I wouldn't dare."
"Since the ranch can't afford to lose its foreman Ida and I will
go along," she promised. "That is, if it is considered proper
here."
"Proper. Good gracious, ma'am! Every lady for thirty miles round
will be there, from six months old to eighty odd years. It
wouldn't be PROPER to stay at home."
The foreman drove her to Fraser's in a surrey with Ida Henderson
and one of the Lazy D punchers on the back seat. The drive was
over twenty-five miles, but in that silent starry night every
mile was a delight. Part of the way led through a beautiful
canon, along the rocky mountain road of which the young man
guided the rig with unerring skill. Beyond the gorge the country
debouched into a grassy park that fell away from their feet for
miles. It was in this basin that the Fraser ranch lay.
The strains of the fiddle and the thumping of feet could be heard
as they drove up. Already the rooms seemed to be pretty well
filled, as Helen noticed when they entered. Three sets were on
the floor for a quadrille and the house shook with the energy of
the dancers.
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