led off his Stetson.

"Proud to meet you, madam. Hope I see you well and happy."

"Yes, indeed, well and happy," cried Mandy emphatically.

"Sure thing, if looks mean anything," said Billy, admiration glowing in
his eyes.

"Take the horses, Billy. They have come a hundred and fifty miles."

"Hundred and fifty, eh? They don't look it. But I'll take care of 'em
all right. You go right in."

"I shall be back presently, Billy," said Cameron, passing into the dingy
sitting-room that opened off the bar.

In a few minutes he had his wife settled in a frowsy little eight-by-ten
bedroom, the best the hotel afforded, and departed to attend to his
team, make arrangements for supper and inquire about the incoming train.
The train he found to be three hours late. His team he found in the
capable hands of Billy, who was unharnessing and rubbing them down.
While ordering his supper a hand gripped his shoulder and a voice
shouted in his ear:

"Hello, old sport! How goes it?"

"Martin, old boy!" shouted Cameron in reply. "It's awfully good to see
you. How did you get here? Oh, yes, of course, I remember. You left the
construction camp and came here to settle down." All the while Cameron
was speaking he was shaking his friend's hand with both of his. "By
Jove, but you're fit!" he continued, running his eye over the slight but
athletic figure of his friend.

"Fit! Never fitter, not even in the old days when I used to pass the
pigskin to you out of the scrimmage. But you? You're hardly up to the
mark." The keen gray eyes searched Cameron's face. "What's up with you?"

"Oh, nothing. A little extra work and a little worry, but I'll tell you
later."

"Well, what are you on to now?" inquired Martin.

"Ordering our supper. We've just come in from a hundred and fifty miles'
drive."

"Supper? Your wife here too? Glory! It's up to me, old boy! Look here,
Connolly," he turned to the proprietor behind the bar, "a bang-up supper
for three. All the season's delicacies and all the courses in order. As
you love me, Connolly, do us your prettiest. And soon, awfully soon. A
hundred and fifty miles, remember. Now, then, how's my old nurse?" he
continued, turning back to Cameron. "She was my nurse, remember, till
you came and stole her."

"She was, eh? Ask her," laughed Cameron. "But she will be glad to see
you. Where's MY nurse, then, my little nurse, who saw me through a fever
and a broken leg?"

"Oh, she's up in the mountains still,