THE LAST OF THE PERMIT SUNDAYS The spring "round-ups" were all over and Bruce had nothing to do but to loaf about the Stopping Place, drinking old Latour's bad whisky and making himself a nuisance.

In vain The Pilot tried to win him with loans of books and magazines and other kindly courtesies.

He would be decent for a day and then would break forth in violent argumentation against religion and all who held to it.

He sorely missed The Duke, who was away south on one of his periodic journeys, of which no one knew anything or cared to ask.

The Duke's presence always steadied Bruce and took the rasp out of his manners.