HALLAM OF THE TYEE The morning was still and warm when the driver of the wagon pulled up his team where four trails met in the shadow of the bush.

Miss Deringham had somewhat to her astonishment passed the night very comfortably and enjoyed the breakfast their companion provided.

The bracing cold of sunrise, when all the bush was steeped in fragrance and a wonderful freshness came down from the snow, had also brought her a curious exhilaration, as well as a tinge of colour into her cheeks, and now she was sensible of a faint regret and irritation when the man glanced towards her deprecatingly.
"It would please me to drive you straight through to the settlement, but there's a load of things I want at Calhoun's up yonder," he said.
He pointed to a trail that turned off sharply, and the girl glanced at her father somewhat blankly.

"And what are we to do ?" said she.
"Well," said the man, "you can wait here until Barscombe comes along.
He'll be riding in to the settlement presently, and would be glad to take you for a dollar or two." "But we might have to wait a long time," said the girl with a trace of imperiousness.

"It would suit us considerably better to go on with you." "Sorry!" said the man gravely.