CHAPTER I. The Coming of a Native Son The Happy Family waiting for the Sunday supper call
were grouped around the open door of the bunk-house gossiping idly of things purely local when the Old Man returned from the Stock Association at Helena; beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger. The Old Man pulled up at the bunk-house the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke youthful muscles and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips:
"This is Mr. Mig-u-ell Rapponi boys a peeler straight from the Golden Gate. Throw out your war-bag and make yourself to home Mig-u-ell; some of the boys'll show you where to bed down."