"Well, Ern, old chap, how's the North Pole?" called Roger.
"You go to thunder!" replied Ernest with a laugh. He tied the cow in the place of Charley's pony and mounting the pony rode ahead with Preble.
Roger wanted a number of questions answered. Where had the Prebles gone after leaving Eagle's Wing and what had they done in the interim, were his opening queries.
"We went to a little town, near St. Louis," answered Charley, "and Father did well. Dick and I both went to college. What in the world are you doing out here, Mr. Moore?"
"For heaven's sake don't 'mister' me, old friends and neighbors as we are. Why, we lived on your old farm till Father and Mother died!"
"Did you indeed? And what brought you out here? Mining?"
"No, some experimenting in irrigating for the government."
"Heaven send that you're successful!" exclaimed the girl. "Dick is going to get some alfalfa in this winter, and I know that our well won't take care of it. But he will go ahead."
"Felicia is startlingly like you, as a child. I have just one picture of you in my mind--standing on the edge of the pool, ready to dive, but looking around at me and laughing. Felicia laughs just that way."
"Poor baby, coming all this way alone! But there seemed nothing else to be done. We couldn't afford to go back for her nor could Aunt Mary come on with her."
"She got along famously and made friends with every one," said Roger. "Jove, isn't it wonderful, running on you people out here!"
"It's going to be wonderful for us, I know," returned Charley.
The wagon rumbled and bumped, and then Charley asked: "Where is your camp to be?"
"We don't know, except we're to take up some government land adjacent to yours. But your name isn't on our survey map."
"No, we have the old Ames claim," replied Charlotte. "You must plan to stay with us until your camp is set up."
"You're very kind," said Roger.
"It's a God-send to have neighbors coming to us," the girl went on.
Roger made no reply and the road becoming unbelievably rough, Charley gave her attention to holding Felicia on the seat and nothing more was said until Preble called back, "Careful through this gate, Moore! Wait till I get a light."
"We're home," said Charley. "Wake up, Felicia dear."
Dick appeared in a moment with a lighted candle stuck within and on the side of an empty can. It threw a long finger of light on the gate posts of a corral.
"We call those candle-lanterns, 'lightning bugs,' down here," explained Charley. "'Bugs,' for short."