"You must remember, Mr. Palmer, that it is quite a ways up here from the city. The narrow gauge from Colfax is little better than a stage coach. It means a trip of fifty miles into the mountains to get here."
"Well, I'm mighty glad you've come. As soon as you've rested a bit, I want to talk business."
Francis argued with his conscience that the old man had invited him. How could he have refused to answer the summons? Palmer ushered him into the house, where, seated comfortably in the kitchen and welcomed by dog and cat, he partook of the old man's hospitality. Palmer was evidently much wrought up; and, as soon as his guest had rested a little, proceeded to business.
"You got my letter?"
"Yes, Mr. Palmer."
"Hintzen has informed you that I've named you as one of my executors?"
"Yes."
"And you will be willing to act, I hope?"
"Well, Mr. Palmer, I hope that won't be necessary for many years to come."
"The Lord only knows how long I have to live. It was rather hard for me here last winter. But I guess the mountain air was good for me. However, I'm going to spend next winter at Sherwood's. The Woolsey boys say they'll take good care of me; and I'm going to deed them my claim."