"Did you think you were going to die?"
"Well, I did, but the doctor only laughed at me. He said I was needlessly alarmed, and I think, now, that I was. But when I was in such pain, fearing something would happen, I thought of a business matter that needed attending to. I decided I had better get my affairs in shape—in case anything should happen, so I sent for you, to have a talk."
"What sort of a talk, father?"
"A business talk. I'm going to have you undertake something in an entirely new line. You're a pretty good cattleman now, and I want to see how you'll make out on a business deal."
"What kind?"
"I'll soon explain. But tell me; how is Billy, and the boys?"
"Very well."
"Are they getting the cattle in good shape? Where did Porter find you?"
"The cattle will be here to-morrow, I think. Porter came up just as we were camping out near the small dried creek in the big swale," replied Roy, describing the place so that his father would know it. "But now tell me about this business. I am glad you are better."
"Yes, I feel much improved. My indigestion is all gone, and I think I can eat breakfast. I'll tell you then."