"
"And he is yet!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "He is foreman of a lumber
tract my uncle left me."
"And if you are as good a cattleman as your brother is a lumberman I
think we can find a place for you at Three Star," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"I can tell you Mr. Dayton is a good cattleman," said Mr. Weston. "He
had to be, to act as foreman at Bar X ranch. You won't make any
mistake in hiring him."
"Will you come to us?" asked Mr. Bobbsey who seemed to have taken as
much of a liking to the newcomer as had the children.
"Well, I'm looking for a place," was the answer, "and I'll do my best
to suit you. It's queer, though, that you know my brother Bill."
"He mentioned you," said Mr. Bobbsey, "but he said he had lost track
of you."
"Yes, we don't write to each other very often. Both of us have been
traveling around a lot. But now, if I settle down, I'll send Bill a
letter and tell him where I am."
There was room for Mrs. Bobbsey in the pony cart, and she rode back
with the children. There seemed to be no danger now, for the little
horse had quieted down.
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