Smiling he waved his hand toward the mountain ridge above. "Just over the sky line, Helen." "But, Larry, you will come again? You won't let us lose you altogether?" "Perhaps--some day," he said. "And who is that with you?" "Just a friend who cares to go with me. Stan will tell you." "Oh, Larry, Larry! What a man you are!" she cried proudly, as he stood before her holding out his hand. "If you think so, Helen, I am glad," he answered, and turned away. So she watched him go. Sitting there at home, she watched him ride up the winding road. Now he was in full view on some rocky shoulder of the mountain--now some turn carried him behind a rocky point--again she glimpsed him through the trees--again he was lost to her in the shadows. At last, for a moment, he stood out boldly against the wide-arched sky--and then he had passed from sight--over the sky line, as he had said. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's When A Man's A Man, by Harold Bell Wright