To my mind, we're just in nigger luck, and with a good watch and my patrol we're all right to be fixed where we be till daylight." Mr.Peyton presently turned away, taking Clarence with him.

"As we'll be up early and on the track of your train to-morrow, my boy, you had better turn in now.

I've put you up in my wagon, and as I expect to be in the saddle most of the night, I reckon I won't trouble you much." He led the way to a second wagon--drawn up beside the one where Susy and Mrs.Peyton had retired--which Clarence was surprised to find fitted with a writing table and desk, a chair, and even a bookshelf containing some volumes.

A long locker, fitted like a lounge, had been made up as a couch for him, with the unwonted luxury of clean white sheets and pillow-cases.

A soft matting covered the floor of the heavy wagon bed, which, Mr.Peyton explained, was hung on centre springs to prevent jarring.