The train had barely stopped when a boyish-looking, lithe-limbed youth leaped from the platform. The blue serge suit and checked cap he wore did not disguise the fact that his working clothes--his field uniform--were those of a cow-puncher. A few quick strides brought him to the man in waiting. "Hoped you'd be on hand to meet me, Kurt, so I could get out to the ranch to-night. How's things up there?" "Just the same as they were when you left, Jo," said the one addressed in whimsical tone. "You've only been gone ten days, you know." "You don't say!" ejaculated Jo, following his companion through the depot. "City does age a man." Gone are the days of The Golden West when spurred and revolvered horsemen sprang into saddles and loped out of the brush, or skimmed over matted mesquite on a buckboard drawn by swift-running ponies A long racing car was waiting for the two men and they were soon speeding over a hard-baked, steel-like road that led up, around and over the far-flung, undulating hills before them. "I thought Kingdon's best car was worth a million bucks before I went to Chicago," said Joe critically, "but it sure would look like a two-spot on Michigan Avenue." The other smiled indulgently.
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