But a month later, at the summer camp, California John had opportunity to greet a visitor whom he was delighted to see. One morning a very dusty man leaned from his saddle and unlatched the gate before headquarters. As he straightened again, he removed his broad hat and looked up into the cool pine shadows with an air of great refreshment. "Why, it's Ashley Thorne!" cried California John, leaping to his feet. "The same," replied Thorne, reaching out his hand. He dismounted, and Charley Morton, grinning a welcome, led his horse away to the pasture. "I sure am glad to see you!" said California John over and over again; "and where did you come from? I thought you were selling pine lands in Oregon." Thorne dropped into a chair with a sigh of contentment. "I was," said he, "and then they m

