"That missing son, no matter how wild or bad he may be, is still young enough to reform.
Prescott, no matter how bad that son may be, it will be a blessing for my friend Page to find his boy! I pray that it may be my good fortune to run across that son, one of these days, and that I may be the first to recognize the boy." "Prescott," broke in Mr.Ross, coming forward, "you don't begin to have enough knives, forks and plates to take care of this crowd, do you ?" "I'm sorry to say that we haven't," Dick smiled.

"But we'll manage that all right.

My friends and I will play waiters, and sit at second table after the dishes have been washed." "You won't have to," replied the cattle owner.

"I have a folding table and dishes in my wagon, and I'll send Bill Hopple after 'em." So the tables were set under the shade of the trees, not far from the campfire.

The Sharps man came up, and was seated with Jim and Bill.