"One reason John gave for going West was that the life would bring health to his wife. It did so. A few months’ time saw her a robust woman. And then John returned to the ranch one day to come upon a scene that drove him crazy, I verily believe. No need to go into it, though I had the details from his partner at the time—John did not write me for years. They both started out after the murderers and wandered over a great part of this country before finding the chief fiend. Even his death brought no peace to John. He would never go back to the old place nor would his partner, out of feeling for him. After much persuasion I got them to put matters into my hands, but so many years had passed that I found the ownership in dispute and it is but lately that I have succeeded in regaining title. It was too late for John, who died before I came into possession, but his partner, a man named Peters, has gone up there from a Texan ranch to run the place. He is half owner and should be the best man for the job. But—and my experience with those Westerners places emphasis on that ’but’—I do not really know just what kind of a man he is. I am putting quite a large sum of money in this venture, relying upon Peters’ knowledge and hoping for a square deal. And if he is the best man for the place, you are the best man I know to show me that. Don’t interrupt. "I know right well what Margaret will tell you to-night, and if you want to make her change her mind, you could have no better opportunity than I offer. My brother’s history is an abiding grief with Margaret, and if you go out there and make good you will surely make good with her. "That’s all. If I ’m right, come and see me to-morrow at the office. I will have everything noted down for you in writing. Commit it to memory and then destroy the notes; because you would be valueless if any one interested discovered you were acting for me. And don’t see Margaret after to-night before you go." He arose and held out his hand. Whitby grasped it as he stood up and looked frankly at him. "It’s awfully good of you, Mr. McAllister," he declared. "You ’ve left me deuced little hope, I must say, but there ’s no knowing where you are if you don’t ask, is there? And if I come a cropper I ’ll try your way and chance it." "You ’ll find my way is right. I ’ve made mistakes in my life but never any where Margaret was concerned. Good-night." * * * * *