Far off she heard the chug of a motor--not the Ford now, but a big
touring-car that glistened in the sun. She knew that Gilbert would be
returning from Bisbee at just about this hour, and she could hardly wait to
see him turn in.
"Here's your daddy, Pancho!" she cried, when the car swung from the road,
and Gilbert, hatless and sun-burned, leaped from the machine with all the
eagerness of a great healthy boy.
He ran to his little family and kissed them both. "Gosh! but you look
lovely, Lucia, my dear!" he exclaimed, standing back a bit so that he could
have even a better view of her rosy cheeks, flashing eyes, and blowing
hair. "This autumn weather agrees with you, doesn't it? And Pancho--he
looks better than any baby around here--even Angela's."
He dropped down on the seat beside her, and looked with rapture at the
child in her arms.
"Sold ten head of cattle this morning, and Montrose says he'll take as many
more when I'm ready for him. Great, isn't it? 'Red' been over to-day?"
"Yes," answered Lucia; "and he said he was going to bring Angela and
Panchita for an early supper. Says it's awful the way they've neglected us.
We haven't seen them for two whole days, you know!"
They both laughed.
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