Kalman, reading at a glance the whole sordid and heart-breaking story, met him with warm and cheery welcome.

It was for French, more than for himself, that he grieved over the loss of the mine.

Kalman was busy with his preparations for the spring seeding.

He was planning a large crop of everything the ranch would grow, for the coming market.
"And the mine, Kalman ?" enquired French.
"I've quit mining.

The ranch for me," exclaimed Kalman, with cheerful enthusiasm.
"But what's up ?" said French, with a touch of impatience.
"Jack, we have lost the mine," said Kalman quietly.
And he told the story.
As he concluded the tale, French's listlessness vanished.
He was his own man again.
"We will ride down and see Brown," he said with decision.
"No use," said Kalman, wishing to save him further pain.