opinion with Bobbie.

"Arlie said you was going to leave the valley. She told me I was to
take you to Speed's place."

"She misunderstood. I am going to Alec Howard's."

"But that ain't what she told me."

Steve took the reins from him, and turned into the trail that led to
Howard's place. "You can explain to her, Bobbie, that you couldn't
make me see it that way."

An hour later, he descended upon Howard-- a big, rawboned ranchman,
who had succumbed quickly to a deep friendship for this "Admirable
Crichton" of the plains.

"Hello, Steve! Glad to death to see you. Hope you've come to stay, you
old pie eater," he cried joyously, at sight of the Texan.

Fraser got down. "Wait here a moment, Bobbie. I want to have a talk
with Alec. I may go on with you."

They went into the cabin, and Fraser sat down. He was still far from
strong.

"What's up, Steve?" the rancher asked.

"You asked me to stay, Alec. Before I say whether I will or not, I've
got a story to tell you. After I've told it, you can ask me again if