He was a pleasant-looking man, with hair and beard tinged with gray, clear blue eyes, a firm mouth, about which at that moment there played a faint smile.

Apparently, he wished to make further acquaintance with Chester, for he asked: "How far west were you looking just now ?" The question went deeper than Chester thought possible.

He colored a trifle, but there was no time to reply, for the other continued: "Mine was farther than that gray blot called New York, farther than the Alleghany mountains; in fact, it extended across the plains of the west to the Rocky Mountains--" "So was mine!" exclaimed the younger man.

"Let's shake hands upon it.

My name is Chester Lawrence, and I'm a Mormon." "My name is George Malby." "Elder George Malby ?" "Yes; I am a Mormon elder going on a mission to Great Britain." "I'm mighty glad to meet you, Elder Malby.