That's why I'm talking now. From
this moment on we're a great proposition in the ranching world, and I
want Ronny to share in with me."
Bud nodded.
"I get it," he said. Then he added: "You're a great feller."
"Great! Cut it out, Bud," Jeff cried sharply. "It's my love for that
other half of me that's talking. That merry bit of a--twin."
"An' you're sendin' for him?"
Jeff shrugged, and depression seemed suddenly to descend upon him.
"If I could fix it that way I don't guess I'd have opened my face to
hand you all this. But I can't. He's in the Cathills, away a hundred
and more miles northwest of us. That's all he says. He don't give a
mail address. No, Bud, I'm going to hunt him out. I'm going to find
him, and bring him back. I'll find him sure. We're just one mind an'
one body, an'," he added thoughtfully, "I don't guess I'll need a
detective bureau to locate him. If he was chasin' around the other end
of the world I'd find him--sure. You see, he's the other half of me."
Bud nodded in sympathy, but made no verbal reply.
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