You know some of them." "Thanks, not to-night,"-- returned Brian Oakley,--"deer hunt, I suppose." "Yes--thought we would be in good time for the opening of the season.

By the way, do you happen to know where Lagrange and that artist friend of his are camped ?" "In that bunch of sycamores back of the old orchard down there," answered the Ranger, watching the man's face keenly.

"I just passed Mr.King, up the road a piece." "That so?
I didn't see him go by," returned the other.

"I think I'll run over and say 'hello' to Lagrange in the morning.

We are only going as far as Burnt Pine to-morrow, anyway." "Keep your eyes open for an escaped convict," said the officer, casually.
"There's one ranging somewhere in here--came in about a month ago.