THE COMPANY OF THE NOBLE SEVEN As we were dismounting, the cries, "Hello, Jack!" "How do, Dale ?" "Hello, old Smoke!" in the heartiest of tones, made me see that my cousin was a favorite with the men grouped about the door.

Jack simply nodded in reply and then presented me in due form.

"My tenderfoot cousin from the effete," he said, with a flourish.

I was surprised at the grace of the bows made me by these roughly-dressed, wild-looking fellows.

I might have been in a London drawing-room.