No one ever could wipe from his heart the flood of holy adoration that had welled with the coming of his Angel.

He would do his best, and trust for strength to meet the dark day of reckoning that he knew would come sooner or later.

He swung round the trail, briskly tapping the wire, and singing in a voice that scarcely could have been surpassed for sweetness.
At the edge of the clearing he came into the bright moonlight and there sat McLean on his mare.

Freckles hurried to him.
"Is there trouble ?" he inquired anxiously.
"That's what I wanted to ask you," said the Boss.

"I stopped at the cabin to see you a minute, before I turned in, and they said you had come down here.