Dale had no idea how his visit would be taken, and he certainly would not have been surprised to be ordered off the place. He had not set foot there for years. Therefore it was with surprise that he saw Auchincloss wave away the herders and take his entrance without any particular expression. “Howdy, Al! How are you?” greeted Dale, easily, as he leaned his rifle against the log wall. Auchincloss did not rise, but he offered his hand. “Wal, Milt Dale, I reckon this is the first time I ever seen you that I couldn't lay you flat on your back,” replied the rancher. His tone was both testy and full of pathos. “I take it you mean you ain't very well,” replied Dale. “I'm sorry, Al.” “No, it ain't thet. Never was sick in my life. I'm just played out, like a hoss thet had been strong an' willin', an' did too much.... Wal, you don't look a day older, Milt. Livin' in the woods rolls over a man's head.” “Yes, I'm feelin' fine, an' time never bothers me.” “Wal, mebbe you ain't such a fool, after all. I've wondered lately--since I had time to think.... But, Milt, you don't git no richer.” “Al, I have all I want an' need.” “Wal, then, you don't support anybody; you don't do any good in the world.” “We don't agree, Al,” replied Dale, with his slow smile. “Reckon we never did.... An' you jest come over to pay your respects to me, eh?” “Not altogether,” answered Dale, ponderingly. “First off, I'd like to say I'll pay back them sheep you always claimed my tame cougar killed.” “You will! An' how'd you go about that?” “Wasn't very many sheep, was there? “A matter of fifty head.” “So many! Al, do you still think old Tom killed them sheep?” “Humph! Milt, I know damn well he did.” “Al, now how could you know somethin' I don't? Be reasonable, now. Let's don't fall out about this again. I'll pay back the sheep. Work it out--” “Milt Dale, you'll come down here an' work out that fifty head of sheep!” ejaculated the old rancher, incredulously. “Sure.” “Wal, I'll be damned!” He sat back and gazed with shrewd eyes at Dale. “What's got into you, Milt? Hev you heard about my niece thet's comin', an' think you'll shine up to her?” “Yes, Al, her comin' has a good deal to do with my deal,” replied Dale, soberly. “But I never thought to shine up to her, as you hint.” “Haw! Haw! You're just like all the other colts hereabouts. Reckon it's a good sign, too. It'll take a woman to fetch you out of the woods. But, boy, this niece of mine, Helen Rayner, will stand you on your head. I never seen her. They say she's jest like her mother. An' Nell Auchincloss--what a girl she was!” Dale felt his face grow red. Indeed, this was strange conversation for him. “Honest, Al--” he began. “Son, don't lie to an old man.” “Lie! I wouldn't lie to any one. Al, it's only men who live in towns an' are always makin' deals. I live in the forest, where there's nothin' to make me lie.”