You started wrong on the Cannon Ball.

Bob will put you right.

The cattlemen will rule there for some years yet, and you keep on their side.

Now, good-by, lad, and take care of yourself." Mose's voice trembled as he took Delmar's hand and said: "Good-by, Mr.
Delmar, I'm awfully obliged to you." "That's all right--now git." Mose, once more on his own horse, galloped off to the West, his heart big with love for his stern benefactor.

Delmar sat on his horse and watched the boy till he was diminished to a minute spot on the dim swells of the plain.