A visit which had seemed so simple on the Arickaree became each moment more complicated in civilization.

The refined young minister with the brown pointed beard, so kindly and thoughtful and wholesome of manner, was a new sort of man to such as Harold Excell.

He feared no rivalry among the youth of the village, but this scholar---- Jack met him at the hotel--faithful old Jack, whose freckled face beamed, and whose spectacled eyes were dim with gladness.

They shook hands again and again, crying out confused phrases.

"Old man, how are you ?" "I'm all right, how are you ?" "You look it." "Where'd you find the red whiskers ?" "They came in a box." "Your mustache is a wonder." Ultimately they took seats and looked at each other narrowly and quietly.