"And what did you do when you heard you had no folks left?" asked Dave of his brother.
"Well, I was too young at the time to realize all that it meant. My Eastern relatives came to Missouri with me in the hope of finding some of our folks, but we never did. Then they took charge of me until I grew up, and entered upon my profession.
"And all these years I've been thinking I had not a near living relative, when, all the while I had a brother!" and he looked fondly at Dave.
"And to think I believed myself a nameless nobody!" Dave returned.
"Well, you're Dave Bellmore, from now on."
"Dave Carson Bellmore," corrected the other softly.
"Oh, I see!" Mr. Bellmore exclaimed. "Of course."
And so it was arranged. The story created no end of wonder at Bar U ranch, and Dave and his brother were congratulated on all sides. The Eastern relatives were communicated with, and one sent a letter mentioning a certain birthmark on Dave's arm, which would be there if he was really the Bellmore baby. The mark was found, and thus the matter was fully proved.
"Well, now that you've found your brother, I suppose you'll shake Bar U ranch—and me," said Mr. Carson some time later.
"Not much!" cried Dave with shining eyes, as his arm went around Benjamin. "I'm a cattleman first, last and always. If you haven't any room for me here I'll have to start out and work for some one else, I guess."