Nor among them could
have been found any one more brightly debonair and attractive than Nan
Tristram.
There was never a sign about her of the disquieting thoughts of
overnight. Such things might never have been. Her eyes, so soft and
brown, were sparkling with that joy of life which never fails in its
attraction even for the most serious mind. She sat her brown mare
astride with the easy grace of a born horsewoman. Her equipment lacked
no detail in its comparison with that of the other women. Bud's
warning on this point had fallen upon willing and attentive ears when
he had handed the girl a signed blank check. And the old man had found
ample reward for his generosity in the rivalry amongst the men for his
"gal's" escort.
The only shadow which fell across his enjoyment had occurred when he
beheld Jeff leading the cavalcade at the side of Mrs. Van Blooren. But
in Nan's case it seemed to give not the smallest qualm. Her one single
purpose seemed to be to obtain a maximum of enjoyment at the side of
young Bill Dugdale, a college-bred youth of more than ordinary repute
as a prosperous cattleman.
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