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It was a busy time for Ross, who promptly took Weston's place "rustling
grub." But, as he worked, his thoughts wonderingly circled around
Weston's strange actions. The fourth man was found and it was not
Weston--yet Weston, it would appear, had believed himself to be the
guilty party! It was too deep a puzzle for Ross. As the boy worked he
kept a watchful eye on the trail for Leslie. Surely the latter would
come down to Camp that morning and receive the word Ross had left him at
the post-office.
Steele, who had stayed behind long enough to examine the tunnel,
confirmed Weimer's statement that more than enough work had been done to
cover the requirements of the law. Weimer, jubilant, sat and talked
to his old-time "pard," whose voice answered him, but whose satisfied
gaze followed Ross.
But it was to the man who had stood in the place of a father to him that
Ross's eyes turned most frequently. Dr. Grant sat, appropriately, on
the emergency chest, looking affectionately at his energetic nephew.
Suddenly Ross picked up a tin cup full of water from the table, and held
it out at arm's length toward his uncle.
Dr. Grant smiled. "All right, Ross," he said quietly.
Ross, Senior, looked from one to the other inquiringly. Ross, Junior,
answered; but he turned his back on his father, and spoke hesitatingly.
"I was showing uncle, father, that my hand is still steady enough to be
the hand of a first class--surgeon."
Promptly and heartily came the unexpected response from the elder Grant.
"I'm glad of that, Ross, for I shall look to see you as successful
in your profession as you have been in my business," and he turned at
once to Weimer, and went on speaking.
"Suppose," he was saying, "as long as you want to stay here, you get your
friend"--he indicated the sheep-herder--"to come and live with you. I'm
going to buy out Ross's interest in the shares, and I'll look to you
to keep 'em in good shape--you and your friend--until we get a chance to
sell well. Of course," he added carelessly, "I'll grub-stake you and
more, both of you."
Sheepy's eyes lighted, and Weimer grinned and slapped his knee. They
were the only signs necessary to complete the bargain.
After dinner, as Ross arose from the table, he saw Leslie hurrying down
the trail. Ross went to meet him.
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