Donald wondered why his father was so thoughtful.
"How long have you been at Crescent Ranch, Sandy?" asked Mr. Clark at last.
"Ever since I was a lad of fifteen, sir."
"That must be about ten years!"
"Fourteen."
A new thought came to Mr. Clark.
"Why, then you must have known Old Angus," he exclaimed.
"I did, sir."
"He was a fine old man, they tell me."
"He was."