It was Geoffrey Templestowe, splashed and wet from a muddy ride down the pass, but wearing a very bright face.
"How nice and unexpected this is!" was Clover's greeting.

"It is such a bad day that I didn't suppose you or Clarence could possibly get in.

Come to the fire and warm yourself.

Is he here too ?" "No; he is out at the ranch.

I came in to meet a man on business; but it seems there's a wash-out somewhere between here and Santa Fe, and my man telegraphs that he can't get through till to-morrow noon." "So you will spend the night in town." "Yes.