ut. "Yo're here at last! We'd about give
yuh up!"

"I see that yo' didn't wait fo' me," returned the Texan, smiling.

Wise and Lathum, seeing their visitors, spurred their mounts toward
them. They greeted him with an exulting yell.

"We turned the trick!" Wise exclaimed. "Not a shot fired. Did it
hours ago."

"Yuh see, Kid," said Anton, "we just naturally got so impatient and
nervous waitin' that we couldn't stand it any longer. O' course, it
was contrary to yore plans, maybe, but we saw the S Bar steers, stood
it as long as we could, and swooped down. How yuh got 'em here and had
'em waitin' fer us like this is more'n I can see!"

"Yo' did well," approved Kid Wolf. "I thought maybe yo'd know what to
do."

"Who is thet with yuh?" asked Anton, coming a bit closer. "Well,
blamed if it ain't--Harry Thomas! Where--how----"

"Yes, it's me, boys," said Harry shamefacedly. "I've been a bad one, I
know. But my friend, The Kid, here has opened my eyes to what's right.
I want to go straight, and----" His voice trailed off.

"Harry's played the hand of a real man to-night," Kid Wolf put in for
him.

"I'm through as a gambler," said Harry. "Boys, will yuh take me for a
friend?"

"Well, I should say we will!" Lathum cried, and all three shook his
hand warmly.

"Yore mother will be mighty proud, son--and glad," old Anton said.

"Now, men," said The Kid, "get those steers movin' toward the S Bar.
Yuh ought to have 'em across the Rio by sunup. Theah won't be any
pursuit. Don Floristo isn't in any position to ordah it. I'll see
yo'-all at Ma Thomas' dinnah table."

"Where are you goin', Kid?" Lathum asked in astonishment.

"Harry will help yo' get the cattle home," said The Kid. "I'm ridin'
like all get-out to make Mistah Goliday, Esquiah, a social call."

"But why----" Wise began.

"I've just remembahed," drawled The Kid, "wheah I saw a pair of
low-heeled, square-toed ridin' boots."

Anton gave a low whistle.

"By golly, boys. He's right! I remember now, too."

"So do I!" ejaculated Lathum.

"How about lettin' us go, too?" asked Wise. "Goliday has some hard
hombres workin' for him, and----"

"Please leave this to me," begged The Kid. "Yo' duty is heah with
these cattle. All mah life I've made it mah duty to right wrongs--and
not only that, but to put the wrongdoers wheah they can't commit any
mo' wrongs. Goliday is the mastah mind in all this trouble. Is theah
a sho't cut to his ran