“I shouldn’t tell him anything,” it read.  “Let him go be a ranger, or a cowboy, or anything else he wants.  He’s still young.  I didn’t get my start until I was thirty; and the business is big enough to wait for him.  You keep pegging along, and when he gets enough, he’ll come back.  He’s apparently got some notions of serving the public, and doing good in the world, and all that.  We all get it at his age.  By and by he’ll find out that tending to his business honestly is about one man’s job.”

So, without active opposition, and with only tacit disapproval, Bob made his change.  Nor was he received at headquarters with any blare of trumpets.

“I’ll put you on as ‘temporary’ until the fall examinations,” said Thorne, “and you can try it out.  Rangering is hard work—­all kinds of hard work.  It isn’t just riding around, you know.  You’ll have to make good.  You can bunk up with Pollock at the upper cabin.  Report to-morrow morning with him.”

Amy smiled at him brightly.

“Don’t let him scare you,” said she.  “He thinks it looks official to be an awful bear!”

California John met him as he rode out the gate.  He reached out his gnarled old hand.

“Son, we’ll get him to send us sometime to Jack Main’s Canon,” said he.

Bob, who had been feeling the least shade depressed, rode on, his head high.  Before him lay the great mysterious country where had penetrated only the Pioneers!  Another century would build therein the structures of its institutions.  Now, like Jack Main’s Canon, the far country of new things was to be the field of his enterprise.  In the future, when the new generations had come, these things would all be ordered and secure, would be systematized, their value conceded, their acceptance a matter of course.  All problems would be regulated; all difficulties smoothed away; all opposition overcome.  Then the officers and rangers of that peaceful and organized service, then the public—­accepting such things as they accept all self-evident truths—­would look back on these beginnings as men look back on romance.  They would recall the time when, like knights errant, armed men rode abroad on horses through a wilderness, lying down under the stars, living hard, dwelling lowly in poverty, accomplishing with small means, striving mightily, combating the great elemental nature and the powers of darkness in men, enduring patiently, suffering contempt and misunderstanding and enmity in order that the inheritance of the people yet to come might be assured.  He was one of them; he had the privilege.  Suddenly his spirit felt freed.  His old life receded swiftly.  A new glory and uplift of soul swept him from his old moorings.

PART FIVE

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