Dean felt that he had indeed fallen into good hands. He might have traveled far enough in the East without meeting strangers so free-handed. Indeed had he met the same parties at home, he would scarcely have found them so liberal. The wild, free life of the West had opened their hearts and made them generous.
"Hist!" said Rawson suddenly, raising his hand, and assuming an intent look, "I think I hear voices."
He was right. Two men, walking slowly, and appearing to be in earnest conversation, approached. "It's Dan and Kirby!" said Dean in excitement.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
OUT OF THE ENEMY'S HANDS.
"Eben and I will hide and leave you to receive them alone," said Rawson, rising hastily.
"But——" expostulated Dean in considerable alarm.
"Don't be afeared, lad. They shan't do you any harm. We want a little fun, that's all. We shall be close at hand."
The two darted behind a tree, leaving Dean reclining on the turf.