"We shall be pleased to see you then or at any other time.

Mr.Gray leaves to-morrow morning for the Cumberlands where he has business, and we hope to join him, or rather to have him join us, in about that time.

I think--" "Hulloa the camp!" shouted a voice from the bushes on the opposite side of the camp from that by which Mr.Long had entered.
"Hulloa yourself!" bellowed Hippy Wingate.

"Come in.

The door's wide open." An instant later a man stepped into the camp, a rifle slung under one arm, a revolver hanging from his belt in its holster.