Hope you don't fetch the yaller rascal down to Pine." "I won't." "What'll you do with this menagerie ?" Dale regarded the rancher attentively.

"Reckon, Al, I'll take care of them." "But you're goin' down to my ranch." "What for ?" Al scratched his head and gazed perplexedly at the hunter.

"Wal, ain't it customary to visit friends ?" "Thanks, Al.

Next time I ride down Pine way--in the spring, perhaps--I'll run over an' see how you are." "Spring!" ejaculated Auchincloss.

Then he shook his head sadly and a far-away look filmed his eyes.