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.