"dear me!" sighed eleanor. "that boy makes me think of civilization again."

her companions laughed at her expression, and polly said: "he's awfully nice, isn't he?"

"yes, but not half as nice as jim latimer," added eleanor. "oh, i think he is. jim just takes everything for granted, whether you agree with him or not," rejoined polly.

"jim latimer is only a child! now his brother tom is what i should call wonderful! not only handsome, but desirable, as well," remarked barbara, with more spirit than she usually showed in the younger girls' conversation.

eleanor smiled knowingly, and said: "if tom was poverty stricken, maybe you wouldn't find him so desirable."

"why would any one care for a poverty-stricken friend?" asked barbara, wonderingly. but anne hurriedly changed the subject.

"how long do you think it might take, before john gets that message,

mr. brewster?"

"oh, he ought to be within hailing distance of his camp and he'd get the wire when he went for meals, or to sleep. allowing until morning for it to reach him, and another day for him to pack up and travel, he ought to be in oak creek the day after to-morrow."

every one but simms watched anne's face to see her blush, or smile joyously, but simms was not aware of any tender feelings on the part of the pretty teacher for john brewster, so he abruptly suggested a plan.

"ah wouldn't wait around the ranch for john's coming, sam. if the women folks are going up to top notch trail with us, all well and good, but waiting about until john and the engineer gets home will be risky business for the claim. before to-morrow, every thief in oak creek, and for miles around, will be wise to that gold vein, and most of them will want to sneak up there and try to jump the claim."

"oh, no, we won't postpone going up there to guard the spot!" explained anne, anxiously. "i was wondering how long it would take that expert engineer to arrive on the ground and render a reliable verdict about the mine."

eleanor tittered. "sure! that is all. anne never dreamed that john

brewster might accompany the expert!"

"that will do from you, nolla!" came reprovingly from anne. but the girls all laughed at her annoyance.

having concluded all the business necessary in connection with filing and signing papers, and arranging details about the trip back to the mine on the following day, the ranch party said good-by to mr. simms, and started on the long ride to pebbly pit.

the sole subject of conversation between the elder brewsters and barbara was the gold mine and the possibilities of it. the engrossing thought that kept anne so quiet was the unexpected and imminent visit of john to pebbly pit. but the topic that now enthused polly and eleanor was the arrival of kenneth evans, and his acquaintance with jim latimer, the pleasant young man who had spent a sunday at the ranch just before the city girls had arrived.

"i wish those boys could join our party up to the cave," remarked

eleanor to polly, as they rode behind the others along the road to

pebbly pit.

"so do i. but they are camping too far from us, for that. we are almost directly opposite their camp site, using oak creek as a central point. but the government survey plans will work them along to yellow jacket pass, and from that point, along the wilderness, until they reach buffalo park and the top notch trail where we were the other day. but they won't reach that part of the work until late this season," explained polly.

"tom latimer brought his younger brother jim to see us in chicago, when jim was on his way west, but i never thought he would be so near me, this summer, as to be able to see him. had i dreamed of such being the case, i would have paid more attention to him at the time. i said to myself, at that visit, 'oh, we'll never meet again, so why waste time over him?'"

polly laughed at eleanor's frank confession, and added: "well, when tom wrote mother that his little brother would be near enough to pebbly pit to permit him to ride over now and then for a visit, we sent word, at once, for carew to give him sundays off to come and have dinner with us. but he has only been over once. now that this friend is in camp with him, maybe he'll come oftener."

"if john would only bring tom with him, wouldn't it be fine!" planned

eleanor. "anne would have her choice, john. bob would be supremely

happy if she could flirt with tom for a time, and you and i would have

jim and ken evans."

polly glanced at eleanor in surprise, and said: "why, nolla! i wouldn't like that at all. it will be lots more fun if we all go about together for a good time. but john is coming to see about the mine—not to enjoy himself."

"you don't think, do you, that having anne stewart right in reach, that he's going to spend all his time working that mine? he's going to divide time so that more than half of it will be given to anne. then he'll work double-quick on the mine business to catch up on his work," was eleanor's precocious statement.

polly said nothing to this, as she had much food for thought given her in eleanor's words. rather than pursue a subject that roused her jealousy because of her brother john, she spurred her horse to gallop forward to join the others of the party.

"father, what did you say in your telegram to john?" asked polly, when she slowed up beside sam brewster.

"simms and i had to be careful what we said, so no one on the wire would get wise as to our real meaning, so i wrote out: 'fine party on at the ranch. big doings that tom and you must be in on. also bring your friend who came with you the time we talked about mining rainbow cliffs. do not delay but start immediately, as the girls have the time of their lives set down for day after to-morrow. don't write or wire, but come on receiving this message.' you see, that was the only way i could think of to get john off without letting others in on the secret. every one in these parts knows the city girls are with us, and they'll not wonder at our having the boys come home for a visit."

when sam brewster concluded his explanation, anne was smiling happily, and barbara lifted her head a bit higher as she said: "how nice it will be to see tom latimer again, his company so much!"

eleanor could not deny herself the mean little satisfaction in saying: "yes, bob met him once, at our house, and tried to meet him several times after that, at various social gatherings in chicago."

but polly pinched her friend's arm for silence, as the two horses crowded close together to pass on a narrow ledge of the trail that ran up to the cliffs.

"if tom comes with john, and that expert engineer comes, too, mother, i don't see where we are going to put them up."

"we were planning that as we rode along, just now," said mrs. brewster. "i think we can put up cot-beds, temporarily, in the loft over the first barn, where father keeps his account books and other business papers. or we can pitch the large tent under the trees over by the terrace, and they can camp there. it will be far more comfortable, in either place, than they will have up on top notch, or what they have been having in the movable camp with the engineers, all this summer."

"finding sleeping quarters for the boys is the least of our worries now," laughed sam brewster. "keeping off claim-jumpers and guarding the cave from miners who would steal the gold as fast as they could pick it, or blow it out of the rock, is more concern for us than any other problem, at present."

"well, we won't lack for excitement if all you fear is justly founded, eh?" laughed eleanor, plainly showing how thoroughly she was enjoying the experience and its promised thrills.

"even a westerner, immune to thrills, would have a few entirely new ones in this experience," chuckled mr. brewster. "but let a few city gals like you three, and a quiet little mouse like polly, jump right into such a game as this promises to be, and there will be nothing left for you to thrill over, after that, in everyday life."

"if only jim latimer and ken evans could be at the ranch to go with us when we start for the cave," said eleanor for the second time. this time her remark caused mr. brewster to think.

then he said: "it is queer how that boy resembled our old friend montresor. if we only knew what part of the east montresor came from. i have always said he was not traveling under his own name, but probably was using a family name to hide behind."

"yes, and that may explain the reason we never had any reply to our widely circulated advertisements for his relatives," added mrs. brewster.

"if montresor really was related to this young man, father, he surely would have said something when mr. simms mentioned the resemblance, and asked the stranger if he knew of a relative being in colorado," said polly.

"montresor had white hair, it is true, but that did not say that he was an old man. he was prematurely wrinkled from worry and hardships, but he was not much more than forty, i should say," ventured mr. brewster.

"what are you leading up to, sam?" asked mrs. brewster.

"i was just thinking, aloud, that montresor could have had a son as old, or as young, as this kenneth evans. if he had gone to the klondike, as we believed, the boy would have been too young to remember his dad very distinctly. who knows what drove old montresor away from home, to seek adventure or gold so far north as in the klondike? he and his wife may have separated through some misunderstanding such as that letter would lead us to infer, and his eastern relatives may have kept all facts or news of him from this boy. the poor man's pride and determination to prove himself innocent of some wrong kept him from communicating with his people; we know that from his own letter. so i would not be greatly surprised if we eventually learn that kenneth evans is really a son of montresor's."

"oh, mr. brewster! isn't that exactly what i said to you before, when you hushed me up!" declared eleanor, delighted over her romantic vision.

"i hushed you up because you went on weaving stuff that dreams are made of—not because you hinted that this youth might be montresor's son," corrected sam brewster.

the others laughed at eleanor, and as they rode past the cliffs, now glimmering faintly in the rays of the new moon rising over the edge of the old crater, polly said with a sigh:

"thank goodness, we are almost home in time for supper."

the materialistic craving in polly for a good meal was so different from eleanor's dreams of romance for her friend that the two elder brewsters felt relieved to hear the exclamation. soon afterwards, the riders drew rein at the porch where jeb was awaiting the return of the party.

"wall, did you-all find out if the mine was the same as old man

montresor's claim?" asked jeb, eagerly, as they dismounted.

"what's that, jeb?" asked sam brewster, frowningly.

"why, sary says you-all went to oak crick to file papers and make sure that montresor's claim is the same mine like polly discovered up on the trail. ain't it so?" wondered jeb, curiously.

the two elder brewsters exchanged glances, and the girls had to laugh at having been completely fooled by clever sary dodd. then mr. brewster thought best to make a clean breast of the entire matter.

"well, we were not sure when we left pebbly pit, this morning, whether this claim was good or not. so we did not say a word about it to either sary or you, but she must have overheard us speaking about it, last night."

"yeh—that's what she said to me. she had to wait so long fer you-all to come to supper, last night, that she coulden' help hearin' what was said. she says it will be a grand day fer her and me when you-all get this mine goin'. sary figgers that you-all won't stay in oak crick, ner on a ranch, once you have all this money; 'cause polly'll make you-all go to some fine city to live," explained jeb, innocently.

"huh! is that so!" sneered sam brewster, angrily.

jeb was gathering up the reins of the horses as he spoke, and now he turned to wonder at his master's tone. mrs. brewster was about to say something conciliatory, when sary rushed out of the side door.

"ah was jus' comin' to see who rode up, when ah hearn jeb talk. now lissun to me, whiles ah explains how-come ah spoke: me and jeb was sittin' over dinner, this noon, when ah says to him, 'ef the brewsters plan to leave pebbly pit, jeb, will you-all stay on and wuk the ranch fer 'em, or buy it outright?' now wasn't that a most natchul thing to ask?"

sary's apparent guilelessness made the girls stare and her mistress smile understandingly. "of course, sary—go on."

"wall, then, jeb diden' know a thing about the gold mine ner what you-all rode to oak crick fer, so ah hed to explain. he was that flabbergasted! my, ah feared he'd keel over right at table. so ah hurried to brace him up wid puttin' an ambitious idee in his head. that's how-come ah mentioned his takin' over pebbly pit."

here jeb interpolated: "but you-all said, sary, that no self-respecking woman could remain on the ranch ef all the ladies left. and you told me a man needed a help-mate on such a big place."

sary frowned down on meek little jeb, but her displeasure was wasted, for jeb was too earnestly concerned over his master's future plans to see the widow's expression. the girls were so intensely amused over this new development in sary's affairs that they forgot about their own ambitions for the time being.

"of course, ah said that!" affirmed sary, when all other escape by excuses seemed vain. "ah also said to jeb that now he was callin' on me evenin's, and by such ways showin' the public like-as-how he was courtin' me, it was the right thing to do to marry afore you-all leave the ranch. then we both could pitch in and do fer your interests, as well as fer our own, what two folks separate can't do as well. see?"

every one could see plainly what sary meant, and no one had the heart to ruin her romance by trying to show jeb that he was a doomed benedict if he allowed himself to be so beguiled by a scheming widow.

"jeb, if there's any one on earth who can make me leave pebbly pit, let me know who it is, and ah'll mighty soon fight it out with him!" declared sam brewster, fervently.

mrs. brewster and the girls laughed at his intensity, but jeb's face lighted up with relief, while sary's clouded with doubt. then jeb led the horses away, and a happy whistle sounded from his lips as he marched towards the barn. and sary stood looking after his receding form as if she was seeing her future happiness vanish, also.

the weary riders went indoors, and after mrs. brewster had removed her riding togs, she went to the kitchen to see what was ready for supper. to her joy, she found sary had prepared an unusually tempting meal, and had everything in readiness to serve. the table had been set in the living-room, as it was too dark to eat under the trees; and soon after the girls had washed and changed their clothes, all sat down to enjoy the well-cooked and carefully seasoned viands.

sary and jeb had had supper, a la tete-a-tete, more than an hour before the riders got home, so sary gave her attention to waiting on the famished family. as she served and passed dishes, she conversed volubly about the mine, and the claim, and the trouble so much work would make for mr. brewster, if he kept on with the ranch at the same time.

"not at all, sary. ah shall have nothing to do with the work at the mine. john and his engineers will look after all that. but this does not mean that jeb must always remain a hired man. if the time comes when he wants to settle down at pebbly pit and take to himself a spouse, ah shall be the first man to reach out a hand to help him on in life. he shall have certain parts of the ranch to work on shares, if he prefers that, and he can build a good home for himself down on the road that runs by the pastures."

"you-all ain't sayin' this in a joke, be yuh, sam brewster?" asked

sary, breathlessly.

"no, indeed, sary. ah want jeb to make a good match, that's all. he seldom goes away from the ranch, other than driving to oak creek, and he does not have opportunity to see or meet girls. so ah am seriously thinking of giving him a vacation, very soon, and sending him to denver for a week or two, just to give him a chance to get acquainted with other women; and then he'll be able to judge what sort of a girl will suit him best for a wife."

sary gasped fearfully at this unexpected plan of sam brewster's, and her grasp on the soup ladle relaxed so that it fell to the floor with a ringing echo. but she paid no attention to it: she stood with mouth open staring at the master of pebbly pit.

mrs. brewster felt sincerely sorry for her, but the four girls had to smother their laughter behind the dinner napkins. then sary found her power of speech.

"why, sam brewster! you-all can't mean that! send dear, innocent jeb to such a wicked city as denver, all alone, to be caught by them ravenin' wolves? ain't you hear'n tell of flirty gals what goes about vampin' nice young men jus' fer a good time? like as not our jeb'll get lassoed by one of 'em, and she'll marry him fer his money, er git it all away from him afore she lets him go. ah've seen it all, over and over again, in the movies at oak crick!" sary almost wept as she described the lamentable case of jeb if he was permitted to visit denver, alone.

"don't worry over jeb, sary. he hasn't gone yet," said mrs. brewster, sending her husband a signal to keep quiet.

sary went out of the room, and when polly called for a cup, no one replied. so she had to jump up and go to the kitchen for her own cup, but the kitchen was empty—no sary to be seen, anywhere. polly reported this discovery when she came back to the table, and mrs. brewster spoke impatiently to her husband.

"you haven't any judgment about love affairs, sam! don't you know that you are actually throwing jeb at sary's head by saying such things, as you did—about giving jeb enough vacation to allow him to go to the city and find a pretty girl for himself?"

mr. brewster sat back in his chair and dropped his fork upon the table in surprise. he turned wondering eyes at his wife as he said: "ah only said that to show sary that she must bide her time with jeb, and give him a chance to make an honest choice for a wife."

"that's what you wanted to do, sam, but what you actually accomplished was to give sary a fright over having jeb get out of her snare, and now she'll move heaven and earth to consummate her own schemes to get jeb. i wouldn't be one bit surprised if we should find out that she is, even now, helping jeb at the barn and trying to wheedle him into an out and out proposal. there!" was mrs. brewster's reply.

at that, sam brewster jumped up, and without asking to be excused, rushed away and down the road that led to the barns. mrs. brewster, with the girls, laughed at his sudden departure, and when supper was over, with the master of the house still absent, they all cleared away the meal and piled up the dishes for sary to wash in the morning. then mr. brewster came back.

"well, mary! you must have second sight, is all ah can say. sary was out helping jeb with the horses, sure enough. and ah overheard her sayin', when ah came up to the door: 'jeb, if you-all ever has time to go visitin' to denver, or any such place, it would be a fine honeymoon for me and you, woulden' it?'"

as mr. brewster repeated sary's words, he glanced at his wife, but every one laughed heartily at his expression and sary's clever anticipation of jeb's vacation. mrs. brewster wagged her head wisely, as she said:

"didn't i tell you so, sam? now sary will have no rest, nor indeed give poor jeb any peace of mind, until she has him firmly attached to her by vows. once the bans are announced at church, she knows jeb will not try to dodge them and his responsibility."

"well, mary, after this experience ah swear ah shall have nothing more to do in trying to break up any matches. no, not even if my own children plan to marry without having due time to judge what is best for them!" his sigh of sacrifice in such a dire case made all eyes turn to anne, and her companions laughed teasingly at her blush.

"now, girls—all off to bed at once, if you expect to go with us at daybreak," was mrs. brewster's advice that cut the conversation short.

"i have no objections to tumbling into bed," confessed polly.

"nor i. if it were not for that ride to-morrow, i could sleep all day," added eleanor, hiding a yawn.

"ah will set the big ben to-night, i think," said mr. brewster, "so that we will not miss simms and his party at lone pine blaze in the morning."

"who besides simms is going with us, father?" asked polly.

"why, my old pal the sheriff, and his men; simms and a few of his best friends, and rattle-snake mike as a guide."

"oh, really! why, it will be a large party, won't it?" cried polly, delightedly.

"we'll need a large party, ah'm thinking, girls, if our surmises are right. in fact, the sheriff plans to send an extra posse up by a different trail, in order to head off any strange-acting or unfamiliar-looking men who might happen to meet them on this unfrequented ride along top notch trail."

"my! it makes me tingle deliciously at thought of the fun we will have if we have to fight for the mine," said eleanor.

"i don't think we women ought to go if there is the least danger," whimpered barbara, glancing from one to the other in the group.

"you can stay at home and chaperone sary," said eleanor.

"i'll do nothing of the kind, eleanor maynard! if you and the others go, i shall go too!" declared barbara, jealously.

"well, no one in this family will go unless you all get into bed inside of the next five minutes," said mr. brewster. "don't take time to use cold cream and wrinkle plasters this night."

laughingly, the girls said good-night and left the two adult brewsters alone. the moment the door closed upon the last girl, mrs. brewster made sure that sary was in her room with the door closed, and then she tiptoed back to join her husband. she spoke in a whisper.

"sam, do you really think there will be any danger of claim-jumpers, to-morrow, on top notch?"

"there's always trouble where gold is to be had," returned mr.

brewster, seriously.

"but i mean, do you apprehend it and thus asked the sheriff and his men to ride with us?"

"simms and the sheriff think so. it was his idea to prepare against any surprises along the road, and after we get there. but it was the sheriff's idea to get rattlesnake mike to guide us, and hire him to cook while we are in camp. mike is an honest indian, you know, mary, and we may need one who is as good a woodsman as he is."

"well, sam, if i thought there was to be the slightest risk to these girls, in any way whatever, i should refuse to allow them to go to-morrow," declared mrs. brewster.

"you don't think that i would consent to have polly go if i thought there was to be any trouble do you? all the gold in the earth wouldn't bribe me to do such a foolish thing."

"i thought you may belittle any risk we might run. you are so accustomed to these ruffians at oak creek, but three city girls are different from western ranchmen. even polly and i are better seasoned for the adventures we may encounter than anne and her friends," was mrs. brewster's reply.

"well, if you feel the least nervous over this trip you had better remain at home with the girls. ah reckon we-all can readily find the cave by the descriptions polly gave us, and by the claim she staked. then, too, rattlesnake mike can guide us to any spot on the mountaintop."

"i don't want to deprive the girls of any safe adventure we may experience, sam, nor do i want them to run risks. so we had better wait and leave it entirely to them, if you feel sure nothing would happen through an encounter with ruffians," said mrs. brewster.

"oh, if that is what worries you, mary, rest your mind on that score. no one will attack such a large party, especially when the sheriff and his men are in the party."

"well, then, sam, we'll get out the supplies you need to take for the excursion, and then you can catch a few hours' sleep."

but it will take another book to tell what actually did happen there and on grizzly slide; and who ken proved to be; and whether john brewster loved anne stewart, or tom latimer fell a victim to barbara's blandishments. all these queries are answered in the second volume called: "polly and eleanor."