The vaquero with them rode forward and pointed to the valley below, where the ranch-house huddled in a pellucid sea of moonlight.
“That’s the Rocking Chair, sir.”
Presently there came a shout from the ranch, and a man galloped toward them. He passed Bucky with a wave of his hand and made directly for Henderson.
“Dave! Dave, old partner,” he cried, leaping from his horse and catching the other’s hand. “After all these years you’ve risen from the dead and come back to me.” His voice was broken with emotion.
“Come! Let’s canter forward to the ranch,” said Bucky to Frances and the vaquero, thinking it best to leave the two old comrades together for a while.
Mrs. Mackenzie and Alice met them at the gate. “Did you bring him? Did you bring Dave?” the older lady asked eagerly.
“Yes, we brought him,” answered Bucky, helping Frances to dismount.
He led the girl to her mother. “Mrs. Mackenzie, can you stand good news?”
She caught at the gate. “What news? Who is this lady?”
“Her name is Frances.”