ies outweigh them.
He's a _man_, Turkey, and I'm proud of him."

"Oh, he's a man, all right," Turkey admitted frankly. "I never said he
wasn't. He's a darn good man; but all the same he's a darn hard man for
me to get along with. But it's funny. I was going to the ranch to-day to
see _you_."

"That was nice of you."

"I didn't mean it that way. I wanted to give you the deeds to your
land."

"My deeds? But I have them."

"Are you sure?" Turkey exclaimed.

"Of course I'm sure. My uncle gave them to me before he died."

Turkey was crestfallen. She ought to know. Then what the dickens was the
junk he had in his pocket? He produced the deeds and handed them to her.

"Well, all I know is that these look like deeds to your father. I
thought you ought to have 'em, so I brought 'em along."

She regarded the papers with a puzzled frown.

"Why they seem just the same as the others. Why should there be two sets
of deeds?"

"Search me," Turkey admitted. "They're the same, are they?"

"I think so. I mean they _look_ the same, signatures and all." She read
the description of the property. "A thousand acres. Yes, that's the
same. Oh, wait! 'Beginning at a point ... and thence westerly--'" Her
forehead wrinkled in an effort of recollection. "Why, Turkey, they
_aren't_! I mean it's the same number of acres, but this puts my east
corner further west. I'm almost sure--Oh!"

"What's the matter?" Turkey asked, for she was staring wide-eyed.

"Oh, don't you see--but of course you wouldn't because you don't
know--but if these deeds are real--I mean if they are the real deeds--I
own the land which Mr. Braden claims--the coal land!"

The comment which burst from the lips of the startled Turkey went
unreproved.

"Where did you get these?" Faith demanded.

Turkey told her the truth. When he had concluded Faith sat silent,
thinking.

"Well," she said at last, "there are several things I don't understand.
But one thing is clear enough: You must come back to the ranch, and you
and Angus must be friends again. I'm going to insist on that. No more
misunderstandings. We all owe you a great deal, Turkey. And I'm going to
kiss you again."

CHAPTER XXXVII

DUPLICATE DEEDS

Angus entering the ranch house from the rear, was amazed to see Turkey
with his wife and Jean. But when he learned of the runaway he took his
brother's hand in a hard grip.

"Go easy!" Turkey objected, rescuing his crushed digits. "You've got no
bus