A story laid in California life which appeared in "Street & Smith's Weekly," and has the usual incidents arising from a combination of ranch and mining life.
er, and Mr. Hale to act. A few sharp slashings of the horsehair thongs and the captives were free to express their delight in a series of somersaults, which were only arrested by sight of Prince in the distance, holding up his injured foot and seeking for some pasture amid the dry herbage.
"Hello! That horse is new. Is he yours, mister? What's the matter with him? Humph! I guess you're new, too, aren't you? I never saw you in our valley before. Where's your ranch?"
The questioner was a blue-eyed, fair-haired little chap whose close resemblance to Jessica proclaimed him her brother; but he was younger, sturdier, and less courteous than she. Yet his prolonged stare at the stranger had less of rudeness than surprise in it, and Mr. Hale laughed at the frank inspection.
"You look rather 'new' yourself, my man. About eight years, aren't you?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Lads of my own."
"Several thousand miles away, over the Atlantic coast."
"Why didn't you f