"I am sorry, but I have already used up all the time I can spare, in finding you. If the boy goes with me it must be now." Petrie knew that Diana was waiting for Jim’s arrival; he must reach her with the news as soon as possible. Every hour was of moment to them. She had been persistent in her desire to accompany him, and two days had passed since he left her at Fort Duchesne. He feared some complication might arise from her woman’s impatience, and as it was, he would not be able to leave the ranch before daybreak. Night was already beginning to close in on them. Jim began to realize the wisdom of Petrie’s decision. It would only prolong the agony. He must make it easy for the boy; afterwards—well, afterwards— But he dared not picture the desolation which would be his. "Hal, my boy, my darling, I must tell you something. You know you want to be a soldier like the ones you saw at Fort Duchesne. Remember? With the yellow plumes and tassels and swords and things?" The boy was growing sleepy, but at these words roused himself and delightedly exclaimed, "Yes, yes!" "Well, Mr. Petrie is going to make you one." Hal looked over in approval at their visitor who was to make his dream come true. "Only," Jim continued, "you’ll wear a fine red coat instead of a blue one, and Mr. Petrie’s going to make you a big, fine soldier man. So daddy’s going to let you go. Isn’t that fine?" "You, too, daddy?" the child questioned. "No, dear; I can’t go. When you go away there’ll be nobody but me to take care of little momie." "I won’t go alone," Hal protested. "Yes, dear, if father wants you to," Jim persuaded. But the child only cried, "I won’t—I won’t—I won’t!" as he flung his arms about his father’s neck. Jim felt it would be useless to argue further now. It was past the boy’s bedtime, so he only said, coaxingly, "Yes, yes, you will." A scheme to help the boy to bear the separation began to formulate in his mind. They should take him away while he was asleep, and he would send Big Bill along with him for a few days if necessary. "Now, old man, tell Mr. Petrie good-night." The child did as he was bid. Quite hopefully Jim went on talking to him as they crossed to the cabin. "All right. And now daddy will undress you and hear your prayers, and we’ll have our usual romp, and then the sandman will come." Then, as the sleepy child, yawning, drooped his head, Jim lifted him in his arms and cried: "Kiss me, dear. Oh, don’t ever forget your daddy!" So engrossed was he that he failed to hear in the distance sounds that told that visitors were arriving at the ranch. But Petrie, who was ever alert, had been aware of the first clatter of the horses’ hoofs, and now turned in the direction from which came Big Bill’s voice, high above all the others, saying: "Well, I guess not. Ain’t none of us ever forgot that day at Maverick. My, he’ll be glad to see you!—Mr. Carston," he called.