What——?"

The girl's horse suddenly drew ahead and came galloping down through the scrub-oak, the man following. Berkely smiled.  "The race isn't always to the swift, Cort Bent," he muttered.

The girl's horse suddenly drew ahead and came galloping down through the scrub-oak, the man following. Berkely smiled.  "The race isn't always to the swift, Cort Bent," he muttered.

At the head of the street he saw Miss Irwin's horse turn in at the livery stable where she kept him, but Cortland Bent's came straight on at an easy canter and halted at Berkely's door.

At the head of the street he saw Miss Irwin's horse turn in at the livery stable where she kept him, but Cortland Bent's came straight on at an easy canter and halted at Berkely's door.

"Is Wray there?" asked Bent.

"Is Wray there?" asked Bent.

"No, but he told me to ask you to wait. Won't you come in?"

"No, but he told me to ask you to wait. Won't you come in?"

"Just tell him I'll be in in the morning."

"Just tell him I'll be in in the morning."

"Jeff may go to Denver to-morrow," said Larry, "but of course there's no hurry——"

"Jeff may go to Denver to-morrow," said Larry, "but of course there's no hurry——"

Bent took out a silver cigarette case and offered it to Berkely.  "See here, Larry," he said, "what the devil do you fellows want with the 'Lone Tree'? Are you going to work it, or are you getting it for some one else? Of course, it's none of my business—but I'd like to know, just——"

Bent took out a silver cigarette case and offered it to Berkely.  "See here, Larry," he said, "what the devil do you fellows want with the 'Lone Tree'? Are you going to work it, or are you getting it for some one else? Of course, it's none of my business—but I'd like to know, just——"

"Oh, I'm not in this. This is 

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