“Why, Van!” he cried, “I am glad to see you.”
“Eh?” spoke the other. “Ralph! well, the gladness is mutual,” and the pair shook hands cordially.
“What brought you here?” asked Ralph.
“Came down from headquarters in the timber on important business,” replied Van. “Just sending a telegram.”
“Why!” almost shouted Ralph, glancing at the blank upon which his friend had just written a name, “to Mr. Grant, to the president of the Great Northern!”
“Yes,” answered Van. “Does that startle you?”
“It does. What are you wiring him for?” 99
“About his nephew, Dudley Trevor.”
Ralph was fairly taken off his feet, as the saying goes. He grasped Van’s arm excitedly.
“See here, Van Sherwin,” he cried. “What do you know of Mr. Trevor?”