m of all this foolish waste of spirit and of energy. Meantime
on his part he was content to wait till his master--Dr. Martin, to
wit--should give the order to move. His master meantime was busily
engaged with clever sinewy fingers packing in the last parcels that
represented the shopping activities of Cameron and his wife during the
past two days. There was a whole living and sleeping outfit for the
family to gather together. Already a heavily laden wagon had gone on
before them. The building material for the new house was to follow,
for it was near the end of September and a tent dwelling, while quite
endurable, does not lend itself to comfort through a late fall in the
foothill country. Besides, there was upon Cameron, and still more upon
his wife, the ever deepening sense of a duty to be done that could not
wait, and for the doing of that duty due preparation must be made. Hence
the new house must be built and its simple appointments and furnishings
set in order without delay, and hence the laden wagon gone before and
the numerous packages in the democrat, covered with a new tent and roped
securely into place.

This packing and roping the doctor made his peculiar care, for he was
a true Canadian, born and bred in the atmosphere of pioneer days in
old Ontario, and the packing and roping could be trusted to no amateur
hands, for there were hills to go up and hills to go down, sleughs to
cross and rivers to ford with all their perilous contingencies before
they should arrive at the place where they would be.

"All secure, Martin?" said Cameron, coming out from the hotel with hand
bags and valises.

"They'll stay, I think," replied the doctor, "unless those bronchos of
yours get away from you."

"Aren't they dears, Billy?" cried Moira, coming out at the moment and
dancing over to the bronchos' heads.

"Well, miss," said Billy with judicial care, "I don't know about that.
They're ornery little cusses and mean-actin.' They'll go straight enough
if everything is all right, but let anythin' go wrong, a trace or a
line, and they'll put it to you good and hard."

"I do not think I would be afraid of them," replied the girl, reaching
out her hand to stroke Pepper's nose, a movement which surprised that
broncho so completely that he flew back violently upon the whiffle-tree,
carrying Billy with him.

"Come up here, you beast!" said Billy, giving him a fierce yank.

"Oh, Billy!" expostulated Moira.

"Oh, he ain't no la