"
"You never know your luck--you used to say that, Shiel."
"I say it again. Come, we must tell our friends--Kitty, her mother, and
the Young Doctor. You don't know what good friends they have been to me,
mavourneen."
"Yes, I think I do," said Mona, opening the door to the outer room.
Then Crozier called with a great, cheery voice--what Mona used to call
his tally-ho voice. Mrs. Tynan appeared, smiling. She knew at a glance
what had happened. It was so interesting that she could even forgive
Mona.
"Where's Kitty?" asked Crozier, almost boisterously.
"She has gone for a ride with John Sibley," answered Mrs. Tynan.
"Look, there she is!" said Mona, laying a hand on Crozier's arm, and
pointing with the other out over the prairie.
Crozier looked out towards the northwestern horizon, and in the distance
was a woman riding as hard as her horse could go, with a man galloping
hard after her. It seemed as though they were riding into the sunset.
"She's riding the horse you won that race with years ago when you first
came here, Mr. Crozier," said Mrs. Tynan. "John Sibley bought it from
Mr. Brennan."
Mona did not see the look which came into Crozier's face as, with one
hand shading his eyes and the other grasping the banknotes which were to
start him in life again, independent and self-respecting, he watched the
girl riding on and on, ever ahead of the man.
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