The Song of the Wolf

he top of their voices. But there was only appreciation in the younger man's eyes as he reflected " and this is the man who waited smilingly for possible death last night! " Aloud he said genially: " Good morning, Mr. Douglass. They told me over at the ranch ? the C Bar I mean ? that I might find you here. At your convenience I would like to have a talk with you." Douglass looked at him curiously. " The C Bar," he said wonderingly. The young man smiled. " Yes, I own it, as it happens. I am Robert Carter." The cowboy took his extended hand and the young fellow winced involuntarily. Eulalie, after grave deliberation, stuck out her chubby little fist. " I likes you, I fink," she said with much conviction, and Carter bowed over it with a courtesy that placed him instantly in the good graces of both. " I am honored! " he said with characteristic gentleness. " You are the first lady I have had the pleasure of meeting here, and your favor is an auspicious omen." He pressed his lips to the grimy fingers. The child smiled softly. " Youse may tiss my face if you wants." It is worthy of note that the cowboy watching him saw nothing incongruous in the flush of color that suffused this tenderfoot's face as he availed himself of the ingenuous permission. " Another critter in your brand, Yulie," he thought, " and this one's a thoroughbred! " They adjourned to the shady side of the veranda and Carter, proffering his cigar case, said without preamble: " You ar...