Afterward he casually inquired how long Ambrose meant to stay in the neighborhood.
"I don't know," was the blunt answer.
"Well, really!" said Strange with his laugh--the sound of it was becoming highly exasperating to Ambrose.

"I don't want to pry into your affairs, but you must admit it looks queer for you to be camping here on the edge of the company reservation without ever coming in." Ambrose was wroth with himself for not playing a better part, but the man affected him with such repugnance he could not bring himself to dissimulate, "Sorry," he said stiffly.

"You'll have to make what you can of it." Strange got up.

His candid air now had a touch of manly pride.

"Oh, I can take a hint!" he said.