Mr. Haynes, who was organizing the hunt. Really the
prospect didn't seem so joyous.

The afternoon before we were to start I went with Mr. Stewart and Mr.
Haynes to meet the train. We were expecting the professor. But the
only passenger who got off was a slight, gray-eyed girl. She looked
about her uncertainly for a moment and then went into the depot while
we returned to the hotel. Just as I started up the steps my eyes were
gladdened by the sight of Mrs. O'Shaughnessy in her buckboard trotting
merrily up the street. She waved her hand to us and drove up. Clyde
took her team to the livery barn and she came up to my room with me.

"It's going with you I am," she began. "Ye'll need somebody to keep
yez straight and to sew up the holes ye'll be shooting into each
other."

After she had "tidied up a bit" we went down to supper. We were all
seated at one table, and there was yet an empty place; but soon the
girl we had seen get off the train came and seated herself in it.

"Can any of you tell me how to get to Kendall, Wyoming?" she asked.

I didn't know nor did Clyde, but Mrs. O'Shaughnessy knew, so she
answered. "Kendall is in the forest reserve up north. It is two
hundred miles from here and half of the distance is across desert, but
they have an automobile route as far as Pinedale; you could get that
far on the auto stage. After that I suppose you could get some one to
take you on."

"Thank you," said the girl. "My name is Elizabeth Hull. I am alone in
the world, and I am not expected at Kendall, so I am obliged to ask
and to take care of myself."

Mrs. O'Shaughnessy at once mentioned her own name and introduced the
rest of us. After supper Miss Hull and Mrs. O'Shaughnessy had a long
talk. I was not much surprised when Mrs. O'Shaughnessy came in to tell
me that she was going to take the girl along. "Because," she said,
"Kendall is on our way and it's glad I am to help a lone girl. Did you
notice the freckles of her? Sure her forbears hailed from Killarney."

So early next morning we were astir. We had outfitted in Green River,
so the wagons were already loaded. I had rather dreaded the professor.
I had pictured to myself a very dignified, bespectacled person, and
I mentally stood in awe of his great learning. Imagine my surprise
when a boyish, laughing young man introduced himself as Professor
Glenholdt. He was so jolly, so unaffected, and so altogether likable,
that my fear vanished and I enjoyed the prospect