"
The mother gave a little throat cry, steadied herself, and fell
into the arms of her daughter. "Oh, my baby! My baby! Found at
last."
Quietly Bucky slipped away to the stables with the ponies. As
quietly Alice disappeared into the house. This was sacred ground,
and not even their feet should rest on it just now.
When Bucky returned to the house, he found his sweetheart sitting
between her father and mother, each of whom was holding one of
her hands. Henderson had retired to clean himself up. Happy tears
were coursing down the cheeks of the mother, and Webb found it
necessary to blow his nose frequently. He jumped up at sight of
the ranger.
"Young man, you're to blame for this. You've found my friend and
you've found my daughter. Brought them both back to us on the
same day. What do you want? Name it, and it's yours, if I can
give it."
Bucky looked at Frances with a smile in his eyes. He knew very
well what he wanted, but he was under bonds not to name it yet.
"I'll set you up in the cattle business, sir. I'll buy you sheep,
if you prefer. I'll get you an interest in a mine. Put a name to
what you want.
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