she had told him. Jeff laughed softly and looked from one to the other with his mildest stare, as though delighted at the discovery. Bent flushed with anger, and Camilla marveled at this new manifestation of Jeff's instinct. It almost seemed as though he knew what had happened between them as well as though she had told him. Jeff laughed softly and looked from one to the other with his mildest stare, as though delighted at the discovery. Miss Irwin rose and put her letter in the drawer of the desk. "I wish you'd go—both of you," she said quietly. But Wray had made himself comfortable in a chair and showed no disposition to move. Miss Irwin rose and put her letter in the drawer of the desk. "I wish you'd go—both of you," she said quietly. But Wray had made himself comfortable in a chair and showed no disposition to move. "I thought you might like to ride out to the 'Lone Tree,'" he said. "You know Mr. Bent has leased it to me?" "I thought you might like to ride out to the 'Lone Tree,'" he said. "You know Mr. Bent has leased it to me?" "Yes, he told me." "Yes, he told me." "What else did he tell you?" "What else did he tell you?" "Oh, I say, Wray," Bent broke in, "I don't see how that can be any affair of yours." "Oh, I say, Wray," Bent broke in, "I don't see how that can be any affair of yours." Jeff Wray wrapped his quirt around one knee and smiled indulgently. "Doesn't seem so, does it, Bent?" he said coolly. "But it really is. You see, Camilla—Miss Irwin—and I have been friends a long time—as a matter of fact, we're sort of engaged——" Jeff Wray wrapped his quirt around one knee and smiled indulgently. "Doesn't seem so, does it, Bent?" he said coolly. "But it really is. You see, Camilla—Miss Irwin—and I have been friends a long time—as a matter of fact, we're sort of engaged——" "Jeff!" gasped the girl. The calmness of his effrontery almost, if not quite, deprived her of speech.