ilently to Walter and handed
him a letter that had reached Tolchaco post office the day the runner
started. It had a special delivery stamp on it to indicate the desire of
the sender for haste, and after reading, Walter rushed over to his
father who was helping Masters hitch up the traces.

"Listen to this, father!" he said in great excitement, while Mrs.
Masters and Miss Gray were getting into the wagon and saying good-bye to
Mrs. Douglas and Helen. "Anderson writes that Blake, the assistant
foreman, is sick, and if I can come on and help him work over the
installation of those new Reimark dynamos before term opens, he can
promise me a good place as second assistant in the coil room this
winter. I know more about the Reimark than Anderson himself and it will
be a fine chance for me. He says I can have full pay for summer term
work. I shall have to start back to Burrton by the first, anyway, and if
Mr. Masters can take me along now, I can get over to Canyon Diablo or
Winslow in time to make the California express and get into Burrton next
week."

Masters gave a quick consent.

"We can take four as well as three. Come on."

Walter rushed his few camp things into his suit case, stowed it under
the seat, kissed his mother and Helen, shook hands with Bauer, who was
able to sit up on his cot in the near by tent, and climbed into the
wagon by the side of Mr. Masters.

Elijah Clifford was not present when all this occurred, and when he came
into camp two hours later trailing the fugitive horses after him,
Masters's wagon was a black speck down by the Oraibi Wash.

Bauer told him of Walter's unexpected return to Tolchaco with Mr.
Masters and Miss Gray.

"Yes, I told you," said Clifford. And for a moment Bauer thought he
could detect a note of pensive regret in his words. "I told you Walter
was lost. It's wonderful what providences there are for some people.
That professor in that school couldn't have figured on getting that
letter here at a more real serviceable opportunity for Walter, if he had
been a real first class magician. And did you say there was a special
delivery stamp on the letter? That beats everything worse than nothing.
That's the first time, I reckon, in five hundred years that a special
delivery stamp was ever used on a Tolchaco letter. And just think of the
way things cogged into the right openings to get that letter there by
special messenger. Well, well, I wouldn't mind being in Walter's place
mysel