evity; he stared out of the window
and Evan could see his cold hands shiver.

"I'll be sorry to lose you, Nelson," he said, humbly, and walked into
his house.

Some time later Mrs. Penton came out to bid the teller good-bye. She
had been crying; that was the poor woman's chief occupation.

"Are they really moving you away?" she asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Penton, my train goes in a couple of hours."

She held out her hand, and turned away before he had released it. He
watched her slight form disappear in the dark hall, and stood gazing
into the gloom that enwrapped her.

"Say, Ape," said Filter, "will you take me in your room at Terry's?"

"You can have it all," said Henty, holding up a sheet of paper; "here's
my resignation."

CHAPTER XII.

_SOME WHEEL-COGS COME TOGETHER._

It was the rule in Evan's bank that the branch to which a clerk was
moved should stand the expense of transportation. Evan was, therefore,
obliged to borrow ten dollars from the Banfield branch to buy a railway
ticket. There was no account, though, to which the voucher could be
charged, so the manager agreed to hold a cheque in the cash for a week;
that would give the transient clerk time to find a lodging in the city
and to put through his expense voucher on the Toronto office.

"Are you really serious about quitting, Henty?" asked Evan, as they
stood on the little depot platform. Filter was back at the office,
transferring leaves from the ledger to a file.

"You bet," said Henty; "I don't believe I ever would have stuck here if
you hadn't come along. That night you hit this dump I was
down-and-out, but you came across with a line of talk that cheered me
up. Honest, Nelson, you're one of the decentest lads I ever met."

Evan's laughter echoed from the woods west of the station. A few
Banfield folk scattered around waiting for the daily excitement of
seeing a train, looked at him askance, as if to say: "What do you
bankers care about a town? We see little of you when you're here; and
you go away with a laugh!"

"But," said Evan, "it will be a month before you can get off."

"That's nothing; I can stand it for four weeks, when I know that I'm
leaving."

"You speak as though the job really weighed on you."

"It does; I didn't realize it till now."

Up the track the train whistled.

"Well--good-bye, A. P. I think you're wise to quit."

"Thanks. Good-bye, old sport."

The color came in a flood to the big junior's face.