They had been walking up the slope at a leisurely gait, and had just stopped beside a big rock to look round when the thud! thud! of a horse's hoofs came up from the trail, and they saw a buggy and team approaching. Rob shouted, and as the answering call came back, Harry giggled excitedly. "It's Garnett! I'd know that voice anywhere." They ran down to meet him, and reached the tent just as he climbed out of the dust-covered buggy. "Hello, young fellow! What's the complaint now?" asked Rob. "I speak for one night's sleep before you drag me to jail again." "Oh, don't worry," Garnett replied calmly. "It ain't you I'm after this time; it's your sister." "Me!" Harry exclaimed. "Why, what do you mean?" "Oh, say now! You're easy, ain't you?" Garnett apologized, with mischief gleaming in his eyes. "I didn't tell Bob the whole story, but didn't he tell you that I promised to come after you any time to go and file a contest on that homestead you're wanting?" "What do you know about that!" Rob exclaimed in delight. "Has Boykin admitted he is Hunter, after all, or what?" "No, it's Joyce that's given himself away; given the whole thing into my hand the way you'd shove a bottle at a baby." "Oh, how?" Harry cried. "It was yesterday, down at the livery stable in Soldier," began Garnett, as they all sat down on the grass. "I was in the stall way at the end of the shed fixing up my horse, and Joyce and another fellow came in along the alley beside me. Joyce never dreamed any one was listening, and he gave the whole thing up. He's going away to-morrow morning to show this new herder the land he's to make entry on, and then they're going to hike back to Shoshone in his automobile and file a contest over Boykin's filing." "To-morrow!" repeated Rob. "You're guessing. That gives us to-night to get ready; we'll make one first-class early start for Shoshone in the morning." "To-morrow!" "Say," said Garnett, turning to Rob, who sat as if he were dreaming, "don't use so many words. It sort of confuses me." "You think we can do it?" asked Rob. It seemed too good to be true, and he was afraid that he should show his feeling. "Can we! Well, I guess we can! You wait until you get in the rig behind that team of cayuses. You'll do it, hands down." Rob looked at Garnett. He did not speak, but in his mute, eloquent gaze Garnett saw that what he had wished for had at last come to pass: Holliday was ready to be his friend! "Isn't it queer," Harry said, after a moment's silence, "the way some people can take other people's mistakes and blunders and turn them into other people's good fortune!" "Ain't you got an awful lot of folks mixed up in that?" asked Garnett. "Not so many as you might guess, if you wanted to," said Harry, laughing, as she rose and went inside to her work. Supper was a merry meal. Rob and Garnett laughed and talked and joked freely. Harry did not say much, but the sparkle in her eyes showed that she was very happy.