CHAPTER IV
Two warm sunny days in early May inclined Mr. Hutter to the opinion that pleasant spring weather was at hand and that it would be a propitious time to climb up on the desert to look after his sheep interests. Glenn, of course, would accompany him.
“Carley and I will go too,” asserted Flo.
“Reckon that'll be good,” said Hutter, with approving nod.
His wife also agreed that it would be fine for Carley to see the beautiful desert country round Sunset Peak. But Glenn looked dubious.
“Carley, it'll be rather hard,” he said. “You're soft, and riding and lying out will stove you up. You ought to break in gradually.”
“I rode ten miles today,” rejoined Carley. “And didn't mind it—much.” This was a little deviation from stern veracity.
“Shore Carley's well and strong,” protested Fl
