death. But like
any other work worth doing, this took days and weeks and months.

"Hello, Coley!" said Ranald, as his eyes fell upon his sometime ally and
slave. "If you are not too busy I would like you to go along with me."

Coley looked around as if seeking escape.

"Come along," said Ranald, quietly, and Coley, knowing that anything but
obedience was impossible, dropped his marking and followed Ranald out of
the saloon.

"Well, Coley, I have had a great summer," began Ranald, "and I wish very
much you could have been with me. It would have built you up and made a
man of you. Just feel that," and he held out his arm, which Coley
felt with admiring reverence. "That's what the canoe did," and then he
proceeded to give a graphic account of his varied adventures by land and
water during the last six months. As they neared Mr. Raymond's house,
Ranald turned to Coley and said: "Now I want you to cut back to the
Institute and tell Mr. Locke, if he is there, that I would like him to
call around at my office to-morrow. And furthermore, Coley, there's no
need of your going back into that saloon. I was a little ashamed to see
one of my friends in a place like that. Now, good night, and be a man,
and a clean man."

Coley stood with his head hung in abject self-abasement, and then
ventured to say, "I couldn't stand them ducks nohow!"

"Who do you mean?" said Ranald.

"Oh, them fellers that runs the Institute now, and so I cut."

"Now look here, Coley," said Ranald, "I wouldn't go throwing stones at
better men than yourself, and especially at men who are trying to do
something to help other people and are not so beastly mean as to think
only of their own pleasure. I didn't expect that of you, Coley. Now quit
it and start again," and Ranald turned away.

Coley stood looking after him for a few moments in silence, and then
said to himself, in a voice full of emphasis: "Well, there's just one
of his kind and there ain't any other." Then he set out at a run for the
Institute.

It was Kate herself who came to answer Ranald's ring.

"I knew it was you," she cried, with her hand eagerly outstretched and
her face alight with joy. "Come in, we are all waiting for you, and
prepare to be surprised." When they came to the drawing-room she flung
open the door and with great ceremony announced "The man from Glengarry,
as Harry would say."

"Hello, old chap!" cried Harry, springing to his feet, but Ranald
ignored him. He greeted