Wise and Lathum, seeing their visitors, spurred their mounts toward them. They greeted him with an exulting yell.
"We turned the trick!" Wise exclaimed. "Not a shot fired. Did it hours ago."
"Yuh see, Kid," said Anton, "we just naturally got so impatient and nervous waitin' that we couldn't stand it any longer. O' course, it was contrary to yore plans, maybe, but we saw the S Bar steers, stood it as long as we could, and swooped down. How yuh got 'em here and had 'em waitin' fer us like this is more'n I can see!"
"Yo' did well," approved Kid Wolf. "I thought maybe yo'd know what to do."
"Who is thet with yuh?" asked Anton, coming a bit closer. "Well, blamed if it ain't—Harry Thomas! Where—how——"
"Yes, it's me, boys," said Harry shamefacedly. "I've been a bad one, I know. But my friend, The Kid, here has opened my eyes to what's right. I want to go straight, and——" His voice trailed off.
"Harry's played the hand of a real man to-night," Kid Wolf put in for him.
"I'm through as a gambler," said Harry. "Boys, will yuh take me for a friend?"
"Well, I should say we will!" Lathum cried, and all three shook his hand warmly.
"Yore mother will be mighty proud, son—and glad," old Anton said.