"Then I can even stand a discharge," he defiantly thought.
The young man's face paled suddenly as Wade handed him a telegram addressed in the care of the manager.

"When you have carefully read this," said Wade, "I will give you Mr.Worthington's own ideas, from his confidential instructions to me." Conscious that he was now environed in the house of his enemies, Randall Clayton sat for some time there, silently pondering the suddenness of a proposal which affected his whole future career.
"You are wanted as general superintendent of all of our Western ranches.

Headquarters at Cheyenne.

Please telegraph acceptance, and meet Ferris at Cheyenne in four days.

He leaves to-day.