He is dead." The young man's red, chubby face, out of which peered his little round eyes, his red hair standing in a disordered halo about his head, his strange attire, with trailing braces and tag-ends of his night-robe hanging about his person, made a picture so weirdly funny that the girl went off into peals of laughter.
"Marjorie! Marjorie!" cried an indignant voice, "what are ye daein' there?
Tak' shame to yersel', ye hizzie." Marjorie turned in the direction of the voice, and again her peals of laughter burst forth.

"Oh! Aunt Janet, you do look so funny." But at once the head with its aureole of curl-papers was whipped inside the tent.
"Ye're no that fine to look at yersel', ye shameless lassie," cried Aunt Janet.
With a swift motion the girl put her hand to her head, gathered her garments about her, and fled to the cover of her tent, leaving Kalman and the young man together, the latter in a state of indignant wrath, for no man can bear with equanimity the ridicule of a maiden whom he is especially anxious to please.
"By Jove, sir!" he exclaimed.

"What the deuce did you mean, running your confounded dogs into a camp like that ?" Kalman heard not a word.

He was standing as in a dream, gazing upon the tent into which the girl had vanished.

Ignoring the young man, he got his horse and mounted, and calling his dogs, rode off up the trail.
"Hello there!" cried Harris, the engineer, after him.