And now there was huskiness in the Ranger’s throat, too, as he cried, harshly, to conceal his own emotion: “Why, you darned old fool, you’ll be at the wedding to give her away! Jeff Rich ran again for governor and was elected, two years after you escaped. They never could get track of you to let you know, and finally, when it was in all the papers and you didn’t show up, everybody natchully supposed you were dead. One of the first things Jeff Rich did as governor was to sign your unconditional pardon.” [Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the January 7, 1923 issue of The Popular Magazine.]