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“Eh? Eh? A what?” he stammered.

“You should learn to read your dreams. Freud says that all dreams mean something—ungratified desires in life—imponderable somethings that may mean great happiness, great sorrows, disaster—any number of fine or frightful things. If you will tell me about your dreams I will search out the imponderable quality in them and—”

“Ride out, Miss Dean! Quick! Use your spurs because—”

“Don’t be alarmed,” begged Elfreda. “She never gets violent. We are in hopes that the mountain air may do her good.” The Overland Riders burst out laughing, which, after a look at Emma, Old Joe Bindloss joined in with a bellowing laugh.

“Try that on the boys. They’ll be plumb locoed,” rumbled Bindloss. “Are you going with me?”

“Of course we are,” answered Emma. “Where’s my horse?”

“I have ridden every foot that I am going to ride today,” protested Miss Briggs. “Let’s walk.”

The distance to the ranch being only about a mile the Overlanders decided that they would walk, and the rancher, assuring them that their stock and equipment would not be disturbed, Jim-Sam welcomed the opportunity to accompany them. Bindloss led his mustang and walked with them, and between Emma Dean’s quaint humor and Stacy Brown’s broader fun-making, Bindloss was kept in a roar most of the way home.