The astonished physician came to an upright position like the clicking of the blade of a jackknife, and meeting the salutation, exclaimed: "Well, I'll be hanged! I never knew a girl so full of nonsense and tricks as Mary.

You are welcome, doctor, to my house; let me have a look at you!" Jack Everson laughingly stepped hack a couple of paces and posed for inspection.

The elder deliberately drew his spectacle case from his pocket, adjusted the glasses and coolly scrutinized the young man from head to foot.
"You'll do," he quietly remarked, removing his glasses and returning them to the morocco case; "now, if you'll be good enough to seat yourself, we'll talk over matters until dinner time.

When did you arrive ?" Jack seated himself on the remaining camp stool, a few paces from the happy young lady, accepted a cheroot from his host, and the conversation became general.

Like most Americans, when at home or travelling, Jack Everson kept his eyes and ears open.