But all they could see so far was the broad stretch of green prairie and
the low line of the rough land in the distance. Not a living thing was
in sight.
The only movement was the flying shadows of the white clouds over the
prairie, and the waving of the deep, rich grass when a vagrant breeze
swept by.
But suddenly Ted pulled in his pony, and shaded his eyes with his hand,
staring into the west.
"What is it?" asked Stella, reining in.
"I thought I saw something red shoot across the horizon to the west,
where you see those gray rocks," answered Ted.
"A cow--or, perhaps, the dangerous red bull," laughed Stella.
"Nothing like that. It wasn't the right color. Did you ever see a
scarlet cow?"
"Never did."
"Well, the thing I saw was scarlet, and it was not shaped like a cow."
He was still looking intently into the west.
"There it is again!" he exclaimed, unlimbering his field glasses.
After a moment of intense scrutiny, he raised the glasses suddenly to
his eyes.
"By Jove!" he cried, "it's a motor car, and I believe it's 118.
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