The sun was warm and dazzling. Gale felt uncomfortably hot as she rode along. The creak of saddle leather and the clop clop of her horse’s hoofs were all the sounds that disturbed the stillness. Somehow she had lost the others when she stopped some distance back and now she rode alone.

It was the day the Adventure Girls had planned to leave for home, but they hadn’t carried out their plans. Yesterday the notorious bandits had, under heavy guard, left for a federal prison. The Sheriff had bestowed the reward, one thousand dollars, upon the Adventure Girls. Now the question was, what were they to do with it? They had all agreed upon using it for some worthy cause rather than keeping it for themselves, but they couldn’t find a worthy cause.

Dismounting from her horse, Gale let him drink from a tiny brooklet. A low, cheerily whistled tune caught her attention and she looked about for the whistler. Several yards from her, industriously whittling a wooden twig, sat a small boy, with ragged clothes and tangled curly hair. His eyes, when he looked up at Gale, were as blue as the skies overhead.

“’Lo,” he said with an engaging grin.

“Hello,” she replied smilingly, dropping down beside him.

“Fine horse, that,” he declared. “You’re from the K Bar O, aintcha?”

“That’s right,” she answered. “Who are you?”

“I’m Bobby,” he answered brightly.

She accepted this wondering who in the world Bobby might be. “You live around here?” she asked.

“On t’other side of the hill,” he replied. “You’re just visitin’, huh?”

“Yes, I live in the East.”

“Where?”

“In Marchton, that’s a little town near the Atlantic Ocean,” she replied.

“What’s an ocean?” he wanted to know.

“Why an ocean is a--um--a big body of water,” she said.

“Somethin’ like a lake, huh?” “Something like it, only much bigger,” she assured him. “Don’t you learn about oceans in school?”

“I don’t go to school,” he replied.

“Why not?” Gale asked.

“Cause my Mother hasn’t any money for my clothes or books,” he answered brightly. “Anyway, I’m goin’ to be a cowboy when I get big and I don’t haveta know much for that.”

“Wouldn’t you like to go to school?” she persisted.

He bent over his knife and the wood he was whittling. “Aw, shucks,” he said. “Course I would. But I can’t. I talk to the riders a lot an’ Tom and Virginia too. They tell me stories and Virginia teaches me ’rithmetic sometimes.”

Gale wondered why Virginia had never mentioned the little boy to the Adventure Girls. Then she remembered when they had first arrived Virginia had casually talked about him, but the girls had gone off on their camping trip and he had not been mentioned again. Gale liked him, he seemed a bright little fellow, quick to learn and to imitate.

“I can ride an’ fish an’ shoot,” he bragged. “Course I don’t know much outa books, but I’ll get along.”

Gale marveled that a youngster, scarcely eight, could be so optimistic and have such a cheerful acceptance of his destiny. She felt a trifle guilty that she didn’t have such philosophy about the things she wanted but couldn’t have.

“Do you have a horse of your own?” she asked.

“No,” he admitted, “but Tom loans me one lots of times.”

“Want to take a ride on mine?” she asked.

His eyes sparkled joyfully at the suggestion and he murmured a bashful “Gee!”

“Go ahead,” she invited. “I’ll wait here for you.”

His legs didn’t reach to the stirrups, but horse and rider seemed welded together as Bobby urged the roan across the valley. At first Gale was afraid he might be unseated, but she soon discovered she need have no fear. Bobby was a born rider, and knew as much about sticking in the saddle as Gale herself.

“He sure can run,” Bobby panted as he jumped off beside Gale and handed her the reins.

“He sure can,” she replied with a smile. She held out her hand and Bobby placed his in it. “Goodbye, Bobby,” she said cheerfully. “Maybe I’ll see you again before I go home.”

“I live in the cabin over by the creek,” he said. “Ma an’ me’ll be glad to see ya,” he declared.

“Oh, and Bobby,” she said, pausing, one foot in the stirrup. “If a fairy gave you a wish what would you wish?”

“I’d wish to go to school,” he answered promptly. “Are you a fairy?” he added.

“Hardly,” Gale said, “but I might meet one and I’ll tell her about you.”

As she rode away she looked back at the sturdy little figure standing gazing after her. He was such an oldish little chap for his years. What a pity he had to waste his active little brain because his mother had no money to send him to the country school. What Gale admired was his fortitude and readiness to accept the little good things that did come his way.

She had an idea in her head and all the way back to the ranch house it persisted in teasing her. But what would the other girls think of her idea? That she meant to find out as soon as possible. She dismounted at the corral and Jim came forward to take her horse. On the porch of the ranch house were gathered the Adventure Girls with Virginia.

“Aha, run away from us, will you?” accused Janet.

“You lost me,” Gale replied.

“We have been discussing ways of spending your reward,” Carol informed her. “We have about decided to save it for another trip out here next summer.”

“To meet some more bandits,” interposed Valerie dryly.

“That might not happen in another hundred years,” Virginia declared. “You would have to pick the summer that we were having trouble. Other years all is peaceful and serene.”

“Look,” Phyllis said laughingly, “if we hadn’t come out you might still be having trouble. We cleared everything up.”

“Of course,” Virginia laughed teasingly. “You’re good!”

“What do you think, Gale?” Madge asked.

“Hm?” Gale brought her gaze back from the tops of the far pine trees on the horizon. “About what?”

“You weren’t listening,” Janet accused. Gale laughed. “No, I wasn’t,” she confessed. “What were you saying?”

“Don’t listen to them,” Val interrupted. “Each one has a worse idea how to spend the thousand dollars.”

“Haven’t you an idea that will put our minds at rest?” Phyllis demanded of Gale. “We really have to do something, you know. We start for home tomorrow and we haven’t much time.”

“Don’t you have a plan, Gale?” Janet demanded. “You must have, everybody else does. Come now, confess!”

“Yes,” Gale said, “I have a plan, and I’m wondering what you would think of it.”

“Well, we can’t think a thing unless you tell us what it is,” Carol said practically.

“Yes, Gale, tell us,” Phyllis agreed. “Yours will probably be the best. The rest of these weak minded people will soon suggest buying an airplane.”

“I resent that!” Janet said loudly. “What is the matter with an airplane?”

“Not a thing,” Phyllis consoled her. “I just----”

“Suppose we let Gale talk?” Madge cut in.

“This afternoon when I lost you girls I met a little boy. A cute little chap. About eight, I should say. He has the most trusting blue eyes and curliest hair----”

“Are you going to adopt him?” interposed Carol.

“Silly,” Gale said. “Let me finish. I talked to him quite a while. He is awf’ly cunning and smart--as smart as any of you,” she added wickedly.

“He must be smart to compare with us,” Janet declared modestly.

“Hush!” Valerie commanded. “Go on, Gale.”

“He asked me where I lived and I told him a little town on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean. He wanted to know what an ocean was.”

“I hope you could tell him,” Carol murmured mischievously.

“I wish you could have seen him, girls. He is positively thirsting for knowledge. But he can’t go to school because his mother has no money with which to send him. It is a shame because an education would certainly not be lost on him. It made my heart ache just to see him and to hear him tell about how fortunate he was that Tom and Virginia and the other cowboys told him stories and taught him a little of arithmetic and spelling. He is so cheerful with what he has, his riding and fishing and hunting. He could be such a fine man because he has an insatiable ambition.

“I thought we might give him the thousand dollars. It would see him through the little country school here and by the time he is older he might be able to earn more. It would be such a good use to which to put our money. We could always remember how happy we made one little boy. It is something he wants more than anything else in the world. Just to look at him made me want it, too.

“Of course all you girls have a share in the reward and it is up to you to do as you please, but I can tell you if you should agree with me Bobby would love it--and you,” she finished.

“Hurrah for Bobby!” Carol said loudly. “I want to meet him.”

“Didn’t I say Gale’s plan would be the best?” Phyllis demanded, hugging Gale affectionately. “You always seem to know just what we’d like,” she told her chum.

Virginia hugged Gale too. “You’re a darling, Gale, to think of Bobby. I know he’ll be tickled pink. Let’s go tell him now.” With one accord the girls ran to the corral and saddled their horses. Virginia, who had been to see Bobby often before, led the way to the broken down little cabin.

Gale had the check for the thousand dollars and the girls all agreed that she should be the one to present their gift to the little boy.

Before the cabin, its door hanging ajar on one rusty hinge, the girls dismounted. Virginia sent a ringing halloo into the interior and Bobby soon appeared. He gravely informed his visitors that his mother wasn’t home. He greeted Gale with a wide grin and smiled shyly at the other girls, who were all delighted with the appearance of their little protÉgÉ.

“Bobby, honey,” Virginia said, “Gale has something to tell you.”

“Yes, Bobby,” Gale said smiling broadly, “remember me telling you I might meet a fairy when I was riding back to the ranch?”

“Did you?” he demanded eagerly.

“I did,” Gale said gravely. “I told her all about you and how fine a man you are. I told her you wanted more than anything in the world to go to school and what do you think?”

“What?” Bobby asked, his wide, earnest gaze fixed on Gale’s face. “She gave me this.” Gale handed Bobby the check and at his puzzled expression continued: “It is worth a whole lot of money, enough to send you to school for a couple of years.”

He looked dazedly from one smiling face to the other and back at Gale. “I’m goin’ to school?” he said in a dazed voice.

“Yes, darling, as soon as it opens for the term,” Gale said.

To their surprise his lip puckered and he flung himself on Gale, hiding his face on her shoulder with a smothered sob. Across his blond head, Gale and Virginia exchanged a smiling glance, tears not far from the surface of either pair of clear eyes.

“Bobby,” Gale murmured, “aren’t you glad? Don’t you want to go to school?”

“Course I do,” he said, choking, “t-that’s why I’m cryin’.”

“Gosh,” Carol said when the girls rode away, leaving an ecstatic, beaming Bobby behind them. “I never knew it was so nice to play Santa Claus. We’ll have to do it often,” she said slyly tucking her handkerchief back into her pocket.

“I’m so glad you suggested giving the money to Bobby, Gale,” Val said, a suspicious thickness in her voice. “So am I,” Janet declared, “but hang it all, I almost cried with him.”

“I guess we never realized before how fortunate we were,” Phyllis said, contemplating the blue sky overhead. “Didn’t it do something to you just now? I feel all sort of big inside. Like--like I wanted to be nice to everybody in the world.”

“It does make you happy just to make somebody else happy,” Madge agreed. “He is such a cunning little chap.”

“And worthy of anything we might do for him,” Virginia declared. “His mother has raised him with the best manners of any youngster in Arizona.”

“What happened to his father?” Valerie asked.

“He used to work in a silver mine,” Virginia said. “He and several other men owned it in partnership. Bobby’s father was killed trying to rescue one of the other men from a cave-in or something. I don’t know the exact facts. Bobby’s mother is wonderful with sewing and my mother and some other ladies from Coxton keep her supplied. That is the only way they get along.”

“I wish we had had two thousand dollars,” Janet said. “But if Bobby’s father owned a silver mine why don’t they have money?” Madge asked.

“The mine never amounted to much,” Virginia answered. “It was only a small vein of silver and it didn’t last very long.”

The girls returned to the ranch house, each with a little warm glow in her heart. Making Bobby happy as they had done, had shown each one how much happiness there is in giving joy to some one else.

The Wilsons had prepared a festive program for their guests’ last night at the ranch. There were music and dancing and chatter and laughter. The hilarity kept up for hours.

“You know,” Janet said, “I feel like celebrating tonight--for Bobby.”

“Strange as it may seem, I was thinking the same thing,” Phyllis declared.

“I used to get the jitters every time I thought of Pedro and his knife,” Val confided to Gale in a secluded dark corner of the porch where they had gone for a breath of air between spurts of gaiety. “Now I’m glad we did meet them as we did.”

“Why?” Gale wanted to know.

“Well, look what we did with the money,” Val said. “It was worth all our adventures to see that little boy’s face this afternoon.”

“He was just about overwhelmed,” Gale smiled softly. “It is amazing that he could be so starved for knowledge and contact with other youngsters his age.”

“Tomorrow we shall leave all this,” Val said, motioning to the trees and sky, lit by the giant yellow moon and sparkling stars, and the ranch house and the corral.

“Wasn’t it a worth while summer, though?” Gale asked. “We’re all so much better able to cope with the studies and struggles we’ll have this, our last term, in high school.”

“Where are you going to college?” Val asked suddenly.

“Why--I don’t know----” Gale said vaguely. “I want to go to Briarhurst. I don’t know if I shall, though.”

“That’s my aim, too. I shall probably----”

“Say, aren’t you having a good time?” Carol demanded through the window.

“Sure we are,” Val declared.

“Then come in and join the party,” Carol commanded. “The queen commands,” laughed Gale. “We have to obey.”

The two went back to the living room and danced some more. The noise kept up until the wee hours of the morning when, out of sheer necessity, the girls went off to bed. Each had a vague suspicion that they would not be able to get up the next morning and get the early start on which they had planned.