You’ve worked this baby dodge about long enough. You’re not so almighty sick as you put up to be, and you’d better hunt some other cure for lonesomeness, or I’ll just about cave your chest in.”

All this was shockingly plain talk for a slender young scholar to listen to, but Norcross remained calm. “I think you’re unnecessarily excited,” he remarked. “I have no desire to make trouble. I’m considering Miss Berea, who is too fine to be worried by us.”

His tone was conciliating, and the cowman, in spite of himself, responded to it. “That’s why I advise you to go. She was all right till you came. Colorado’s a big place, and there are plenty other fine ranges for men of your complaint—why not try Routt County? This is certain, you can’t stay in the same valley with my girl. I serve notice of that.”

“You’re making a prodigious ass of yourself,” observed Wayland, with calm contempt.

“You think so—do you? Well, I’ll make a jack-rabbit out of you if I find you on this ranch again. You’ve worked on my girl in some way till she’s jest about quit me. I don’t see how you did it, you measly little pup, but you surely have turned her against me!” His rage burst into flame as he thought of her last words. “If you were so much as half a man I’d break you in two pieces right now; but you’re not, you’re nothing but a dead-on-the-hoof lunger, and there’s nothing to do but run you out. So take this as your final notice. You straddle a horse and head east and keep a-ridin’, and if I catch you with my girl again, I’ll deal you a whole hatful of misery—now that’s right!”

Thereupon, with a final glance of hate in his face, he whirled his horse and galloped away, leaving Norcross dumb with resentment, intermingled with wonder.

“Truly the West is a dramatic country! Here I am, involved in a lover’s wrath, and under sentence of banishment, all within a month! Well, I suppose there’s nothing to do but carry out Belden’s orders. He’s the boss,” he said as he rode on. “I wonder just what happened after I left? Something stormy, evidently. She must have given him a sharp rebuff, or he wouldn’t have been so furious with me. Perhaps she even broke her engagement with him. I sincerely hope she did. She’s too good for him. That’s the truth.”

And so, from point to point, he progressed till with fine indignation he reached a resolution to stay and meet whatever came. “I certainly would be a timorous animal if I let myself be scared into flight by that big bonehead,” he said at last. “I have as much right here as he has, and the law must protect me. It can’t be that this country is entirely barbaric.”

Nevertheless, he felt very weak and very much depressed as he rode up the street of the little town and dismounted at the hotel. The sidewalks were littered with loafing cowboys and lumber-jacks, and some of them quite openly ridiculed his riding-breeches and his thin legs. Others merely grinned, but in their grins lay something more insulting than words. “To them I am a poor thing,” he admitted; but as he lifted his eyes to the mighty semicircular wall of the Bear Tooth Range, over which the daily storm was playing, he forgot his small worries. What gorgeous pageantry! What life-giving air! “If only civilized men and women possessed this glorious valley, what a place it would be!” he exclaimed, and in the heat of his indignant contempt he would have swept the valley clean.

As his eyes caught the flutter of the flag on its staff above the Forest Service building, his heart went out to the men who unselfishly wrought beneath that symbol of federal unity for the good of the future. “That is civilized,” he said; “that is prophetic,” and alighted at the door in a glow of confidence.

Nash, who was alone in the office, looked up from his work. “Come in,” he called, heartily.