"And now you've got to make me a promise," said Roy to Mortimer De Royster, when the boy from the ranch was ready to go home. "All right, Roy, anything you say goes." "You must visit our ranch soon. I'll show you the best time possible." "I don't know what sort of a figure I'd cut on a ranch," answered the jewelry salesman, with a faint smile. "Don't forget how I got mixed up with those sharpers when I was out in your neighborhood." "We haven't any sharpers at our ranch. If they came around where we were our cowboys would treat them pretty rough, I can tell you that. I'd like to get you on one of our ponies and ride you across the ranges. You'd find it the best kind of outdoor exercise." "I believe you there, Roy." "Then you will come? I want you to meet my father. You'll soon get used to our style of living--just as I got used to city ways." And the boy from the ranch grinned as he thought of the experiences he had undergone. "I'll come if I possibly can," answered Mortimer De Royster. Let me add here that he did come, during the following July, and he and Roy had many a good time together, hunting, fishing, and rounding-up cattle. It must be admitted that Roy was anxious to get home, to see his father and tell his parent the details of what had transpired. He found his father much improved, for which he was thankful. "Roy, you did well--as well as any man could have done," said Mr. Bradner. "I am proud of you." And his beaming face showed he meant what he said. It was a happy reunion. The cowboys were also glad to have the boy among them again, and that night they held a sort of jollification, lighting a big bonfire and shooting off their firearms as if it was the Fourth of July. And here let us take our leave of The Boy from the Ranch.