r she faintly suggested his awkward competence in doing
things, and he, too, laughed. As they crossed track after track she
would place the toe of her boot on a rail glittering in the sun, and
rising, balance an instant to catch an answer from him before going on.
There was no haste in their manner. They had crossed the railroad
yard, strangers; they recrossed it quite other. Their steps they
retraced, but not their path. The path that led them that day together
to the engine was never to be retraced.

To worry Crosby's new locomotive, Blood's car had been ordered added to
the westbound limited, but neither Glover nor Blood spent any time in
the private car. The afternoon went in the Pullman with Gertrude Brock
and Doctor Lanning. At dinner Glover did the ordering because he had
earlier planned to celebrate the promotion, already known, of Morris
Blood to the general superintendency.

If there were few lines along which the construction engineer could
shine he at least appeared to advantage as the host of his friend,
since the ordering of a dinner is peculiarly a gentleman's matter, and
even the modest complement of wine which the occasion demanded, Glover
toasted in a way that revealed the boyish loyalty between the two men.

The spirit of it was so contagious that neither the doctor nor Gertrude
made scruple of adding their congratulations. But the moments were
fleeting and Glover, next day, could recall them up to one scene only.
When Gertrude found she could not, even after a brave effort, ride with
her back to the engine, and accepted so graciously Mr. Blood's offer to
change seats, it brought her beside Glover; after that his memory
failed.

In the morning he felt miserably overdone, as at Sleepy Cat a man might
after running a preliminary half way to heaven. Moreover, when they
parted he had, he remembered, undertaken to dine the following evening
at the Springs.

When he entered the apartments of the Pittsburg party at six o'clock,
Mrs. Whitney reproached him for his absence during their month at Glen
Tarn, and in Mrs. Whitney's manner, peremptorily.

"I'm sure we've missed seeing everything worth while about here," she
complained. Her annoyance put Glover in good humor. Marie met him
with a gentler reproach. "And we go next week!"

"But you've seen everything, I know," he protested, answering both of
them.

"Whether we have or not, Mr. Glover should be penalized for his
indifference," sug