I am alone! I have but few friends in all the world"-- he smiled now--"you, my boy, as I said, and Doctor Ward and a few women, all of whom hate each other." I remained silent at this shot, which came home to me; but he smiled, still grimly, shaking his head.

"Rustle of silk, my boy, rustle of silk--it is over all our maps.

But we shall make these maps! Time shall bear me witness." "Then I may start soon for Oregon ?" I demanded.
"You shall start to-morrow," he answered..