deed to it, and that is considered pretty good. Your father can be
proud of you. What are you going to do now?"

"Go back to the ranch, I guess. I've done all dad told me to, except
get a good man to look after the property. Perhaps you can suggest
some one?"

"I think I can arrange that without difficulty."

"Then I wish you would. I know my father would be glad to have you."

This was done a few days later, and Mr. Bradner was informed, by
telegraph, of what had transpired. He could now be sure of getting all
the rent money from the Bleeker Building. Little was ever recovered of
the money that Mr. Annister had unlawfully retained, for his property
was so tied up that the law could not touch it.

"Now, since your business is all attended to, why can't you stay in New
York a few weeks longer, and see more of the sights?" proposed Mortimer
De Royster to the boy from the ranch.

"I think I will," decided Roy.

"Besides, you have still a visit to make."

"A visit?"

"Exactly. You must call on that lady of the runaway."

"Oh! I reckon she has forgotten me," answered the boy from the ranch.

But he had not been forgotten, as a visit to the lady's home quickly
proved. He was royally entertained, and the lady's husband insisted
upon presenting him with a ruby scarf pin, doing so in the names of
both his wife and his little daughter.

"And now you've got to make me a promise," said Roy to Mortimer De
Royster, when the boy from the ranch was ready to go home.

"All right, Roy, anything you say goes."

"You must visit our ranch soon. I'll show you the best time possible."

"I don't know what sort of a figure I'd cut on a ranch," answered the
jewelry salesman, with a faint smile. "Don't forget how I got mixed up
with those sharpers when I was out in your neighborhood."

"We haven't any sharpers at our ranch. If they came around where we
were our cowboys would treat them pretty rough, I can tell you that.
I'd like to get you on one of our ponies and ride you across the
ranges. You'd find it the best kind of outdoor exercise."

"I believe you there, Roy."

"Then you will come? I want you to meet my father. You'll soon get
used to our style of living--just as I got used to city ways." And the
boy from the ranch grinned as he thought of the experiences he had
undergone.

"I'll come if I possibly can," answered Mortimer De Royster. Let me
add here that he did come, during the following July, and