Addison Howard Gibson

“ He has n’t any use for any one who ’s not strong,” scanning Kane’s thin arms and legs in his worn suit.
“Oh, I ’ll be all right when I get to knocking about the mountains,” Kane hastened to assure the agent, resenting the suggestion of physical weakness. “Uncle Hi,” he continued, “was sick nearly four months, and I was shut up taking care of him, and missed my exercise. Before he died, he told me to come up to Rainbow Cañon. He was sure Mr. Moreley ’d be glad to have a boy and a good dog to help with the sheep. I ’ve worked on a sheep ranch before, and Pard knows a lot about the business.” ”

“ Quickly Kane groped his way through the underbrush of the cañon. Guided by Pard’s persistent barking, he at last reached an object lying among the rocks almost buried in snow. A nearer survey revealed to the lad a man lying prostrate and helpless in a little clump of bushes.
“I ’ve had a fall and hurt my ankle so I can’t walk in the snow!” said the unfortunate man, groaning with pain, as Kane bent solicitously over him.
“Why, it ’s Mr. Thompson!” cried Kane, in surprise. “How did it happen?”
“In trying to bunch my sheep, I slipped on a rock and took a bad tumble,” explained Mr. Thompson. ”

“ Sliding back the big door, Kane revealed a warm, comfortable shed for sheep and cattle. In one of the stalls a cow stood munching hay.
“Some one does n't look after his sheep very well, Pard,” said Kane. ”