and into his pocket and drew out his
check book remarking, as if it were a matter of course, that he wished
to reward his daughter's rescuer handsomely, and inquiring his name as
he pulled off the cap from his fountain pen.

Brownleigh stood back stiffly with a heightened colour, and an almost
haughty look upon his face.

"Thank you," he said coldly, "I could not think of taking anything for a
mere act of humanity. It was a pleasure to be able to serve your
daughter," and he swung himself easily into the saddle.

But Mr. Radcliffe was unaccustomed to such independence in those who
served him and he began to bluster. Hazel, however, her cheeks fairly
blazing, her eyes filled with mortification, put a hand upon her
father's arm.

"Daddy, you don't understand," she said earnestly; "my new friend is a
clergyman--he is a missionary, daddy!"

"Nonsense, daughter! You don't understand these matters. Just wait until
I am through. I cannot let a deed like this go unrewarded. A missionary,
did you say? Then if you won't take anything for yourself take it for
your church; it's all the same in the end," and he gave a knowing wink
towards the missionary whose anger was rising rapidly, and who was
having much ado to keep a meek and quiet spirit.

"Thank you!" he said again coldly, "not for any such service."

"But I mean it!" grumbled the elder man much annoyed. "I want to donate
something to a cause that employs a man like you. It is a good to the
country at large to have such men patrolling the deserts. I never
thought there was much excuse for Home Missions, but after this I shall
give it my hearty approval. It makes the country safer for tourists.
Come, tell me your name and I'll write out a check. I'm in earnest."

"Send any contribution you wish to make to the general fund," said
Brownleigh with dignity, mentioning the address of the New York Board
under whose auspices he was sent out, "but don't mention me, please."
Then he lifted his hat once more and would have ridden away but for the
distress in Hazel's eyes.

Just then the brother created a digression by rushing up to his father.
"Dad, Aunt Maria wants to know if we can't go on, with this train. It's
in sight now, and she is nearly crazy to get on the move. There's
nothing to hinder our being hitched on, is there? The agent has the
order. Do, dad, let's get out of this. I'm sick of it, and Aunt Maria is
unbearable!"

"Yes, certainly, certainly, Arthur, speak to