alkin' along lookin' up as if he was followin' the trail
of the wild geese.

"He was up there walkin' between the sunset an' the stars with his
head bent back, and his hands stuffed into his pockets, whistlin' as
if he was goin' home from school. An' such whistlin'."

"Nobody could ever whistle like Dan," she said, and smiled.

"I rode up to him, wonderin'," went on Cumberland.

"'What're you doin' round here?' I says.

"Says he, lookin' at me casual like over his shoulder: 'I'm jest
takin' a stroll an' whistlin'. Does it bother you, mister?'

"'It doesn't bother me none,' says I. 'Where do you belong, sonny?'

"'Me?' says he, lookin' sort of surprised, 'why, I belong around over
there!' An' he waved his hand careless over to the settin' sun.

"There was somethin' about him that made my heart swell up inside of
me. I looked down into them big brown eyes and wondered--well, I don't
know what I wondered; but I remembered all at once that I didn't have
no son.

"'Who's your folks?' says I, gettin' more an' more curious.

"He jest looked at me sort of bored.

"'Where does your folks live at?' says I.

"'Oh, they live around here,' says he, an' he waved his hand again,
an' this time over towards the east.

"Says I: 'When do you figure on reachin' home?'

"'Oh, most any day,' says he.

"An' I looked around at them brown, naked hills with the night comin'
down over them. Then I stared back at the boy an' there was something
that come up in me like hunger. You see, he was lost; he was alone;
the queer ring of his whistlin' was still in my ears; an' I couldn't
help rememberin' that I didn't have no son.

"'Then supposin' you come along with me,' says I, 'an' I'll send you
home in a buckboard tomorrow?'

"So the end of it was me ridin' home with the little kid sittin' up
before me, whistlin' his heart out! When I got him home I tried to
talk to him again. He couldn't tell me, or he wouldn't tell me where
his folks lived, but jest kept wavin' his hand liberal to half the
points of the compass. An' that's all I know of where he come from. I
done all I could to find his parents. I inquired and sent letters to
every rancher within a hundred miles. I advertised it through the
railroads, but they said nobody'd yet been reported lost. He was still
mine, at least for a while, an' I was terrible glad.

"I give the kid a spare room. I sat up late that first night listenin'
to the wild geese honkin' away up in the sky