They stopped at the gate, and while Joe held Stranger's bridle rein, Patches came to Helen as she stood on the porch waiting to receive him.
"Surely you will stay for the night," she urged when they had exchanged greetings, and had talked for a little while.
"No," he answered quietly. "I just came this way to say good-by; I stopped for a few minutes with Stan at the office. He said I would find you here."
"But where are you going?" she asked.
Smiling he waved his hand toward the mountain ridge above. "Just over the sky line, Helen."
"But, Larry, you will come again? You won't let us lose you altogether?"
"Perhaps—some day," he said.
"And who is that with you?"
"Just a friend who cares to go with me. Stan will tell you."
"Oh, Larry, Larry! What a man you are!" she cried proudly, as he stood before her holding out his hand.