"Tell me, is he well and happy ?" "About as well as we all are," said Stacy quickly, yet with a certain dry significance.

"Never mind now; wait until you see him." The door closed.

When Demorest had finished washing, and wiped away the last red stain of the mountain road, he found Stacy seated by the window of the larger sitting-room.

In the centre a table was spread for supper.
A bright fire of hickory logs burnt on a marble hearth between two large windows that gave upon the distant outline of Black Spur.

As Stacy turned towards him, by the light of the shaded lamp and flickering fire, Demorest had a good look at the face of his old friend and partner.