ening; but Graeme strode to him and, putting
one hand on his shoulder, held out his other for Craig to take.

After a moment's surprise, Craig rose to his feet, and, facing him
squarely, took the offered hand in both of his and held it fast without
a word. Graeme was the first to speak, and his voice was deep with
emotion--

'You are a great man, a good man. I'd give something to have your grit.'

Poor Craig stood looking at him, not daring to speak for some moments,
then he said quietly--

'Not good nor great, but, thank God, not quite a traitor.'

'Good man!' went on Graeme, patting him on the shoulder. 'Good man! But
it's tough.'

Craig sat down quickly, saying, 'Don't do that, old chap!'

I went up with Craig to Mrs. Mavor's door. She did not hear us coming,
but stood near the window gazing up at the mountains. She was dressed in
some rich soft stuff, and wore at her breast a bunch of wild-flowers. I
had never seen her so beautiful. I did not wonder that Craig paused with
his foot upon the threshold to look at her. She turned and saw us.
With a glad cry, 'Oh! my darling; you have come to me,' she came with
outstretched arms. I turned and fled, but the cry and the vision were
long with me.

It was decided that night that Mrs. Mavor should go the next week. A
miner and his wife were going east, and I too would join the party.

The camp went into mourning at the news; but it was understood that
any display of grief before Mrs. Mavor was bad form. She was not to be
annoyed.

But when I suggested that she should leave quietly, and avoid the pain
of saying good-bye, she flatly refused--

'I must say good-bye to every man. They love me and I love them.'

It was decided, too, at first, that there should be nothing in the way
of a testimonial, but when Craig found out that the men were coming to
her with all sorts of extraordinary gifts, he agreed that it would
be better that they should unite in one gift. So it was agreed that I
should buy a ring for her. And were it not that the contributions were
strictly limited to one dollar, the purse that Slavin handed her when
Shaw read the address at the farewell supper would have been many times
filled with the gold that was pressed upon the committee. There were no
speeches at the supper, except one by myself in reply on Mrs. Mavor's
behalf. She had given me the words to say, and I was thoroughly
prepared, else I should not have got through. I began in the usual
way