"He 'lows to have some races—pony races and broncho busting."
"When does it come off?" asked Mose with interest.
"On the fourth."
"I'll be there."
After supper was over Reynolds said: "Are you too tired to ride over to the ranch?"
"Oh, no! I'm all right now."
"Well, I'll just naturally throw the saddles on a couple of bronchos and we'll go see the folks."
Mose felt a warm glow around his heart as he trotted away beside Reynolds across the smooth sod. His affection for the Reynolds family was scarcely second to his boyish love for Mr. and Mrs. Burns.
It was dark before they came in sight of the light in the narrow valley of the Mink. "There's the camp," said Reynolds. "No, I didn't build it; it's an old ranch; in fact, I bought the whole outfit."
Mrs. Reynolds had not changed at all in the three years, but Cora had grown handsomer and seemed much less timid, though she blushed vividly as Mose shook her hand.