such eyes as hers could never be
brought to believe it genuine.

An hour afterward he knocked at the door of the long olive car that stood
east of the station. The hand-rails were very bright and the large plate
windows shone spotless, but the brown shades inside were drawn. Glover
touched the call-button and to the uniformed colored man who answered he
gave his card asking for Miss Brock.

An instant during which he had once waited for a dynamite blast when
unable to get safely away, came back to him. Standing on the handsome
platform he remembered wondering at that time whether he should land in
one place or in several places. Now, he wished himself away from that
door even if he had to crouch again on the ledge which he had found in a
deadly moment he could not escape from. On the previous occasion the
fuse had mercifully failed to burn. This time when he collected his
thoughts the colored man was smilingly telling him for the second time
that Miss Brock was not in.

CHAPTER III

INTO THE MOUNTAINS

"You put me in an awkward position," muttered Bucks, looking out of the
window.

"But it is grace itself compared with the position I should be in now
among the Pittsburgers," objected Glover, shifting his legs again.

"If you won't go, I must, that's all," continued the general manager.
"I can't send Tom, Dick, or Harry with these people, Ab. Gentlemen
must be entertained as such. On the hunting do the best you can; they
want chiefly to see the country and I can't have them put through it on
a tourist basis. I want them to see things globe-trotters don't see
and can't see without someone like you. You ought to do that much for
our President--Henry S. Brock is not only a national man, and a big one
in the new railroad game, but besides being the owner of this whole
system he is my best friend. We sat at telegraph keys together a long
time before he was rated at sixty million dollars. I care nothing for
the party except that it includes his own family and is made up of his
friends and associates and he looks to me here as I should look to him
in the East were circumstances reversed."

Bucks paused. Glover stared a moment. "If you put it in that way let
us drop it," said he at last. "I will go."

"The blunder was not a life and death matter. In the mountains where
we don't see one woman a year it might happen that any man expecting
one young lady should mistake another for her. Miss Brock