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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 you want me to stop with you. If you don't ask me, I'll

ride off with the boy."

"All right. Fire ahead, old hoss. I'll ask you fast enough."