"Oh, some one's come! Horses and men!" Helen got to her knees and peered out over Bo's shoulder.

Dale, standing tall and striking beside the campfire, was waving his sombrero.

Away down the open edge of the park came a string of pack-burros with mounted men behind.

In the foremost rider Helen recognized Roy Beeman.
"That first one's Roy!" she exclaimed.

"I'd never forget him on a horse....