Until the day of their death they could never forget how the old war
horse, with everything to lose and nothing to gain, had come to their
assistance simply because they were Americans and in dire need of help.
And on Melton's part the feeling was equally warm. He had taken an
instantaneous liking to these young countrymen of his who had played
their part so gallantly. They recalled to him the days of his own stormy
youth, when he had ridden the range and when his life had depended on
his iron nerve and his quickness with the trigger. Though older than
they by forty years, they were all cut on the same pattern of sturdy,
self-reliant American manhood, and it was with the utmost cordiality that
he had crushed their hands in his strong grip and urged them to visit him
at his ranch in the Rockies. Since then he had been East on a business
trip and had been present on that memorable day when Bert, with the ball
tucked under his arm, had torn down the field in the great race for the
goal that won the game in the last minute of play. Then he had renewed
the invitation with redoubled earnestness, and promised them the time of
their lives.
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