"P. S. Enclosed find samples which please keep if satisfactory. J. M. B."
When Squaw Charley returned from the shack, he bore an empty basket, and the following reply:
"Dear Sir—Thank you. We would like to do what you said if you will please chalk it down. We will pay next summer, and maybe before. I will keep count too.
"Dallas Lancaster."
It was Lounsbury who took possession of the note. He smiled over it, and put it carefully away in his innermost pocket.
And now there remained one other thing to do. He dropped into the billiard-room and commenced playing, occasionally going to a window that commanded the river. When, after a game or two, he saw a man approaching from Shanty Town, he put up his cue, sauntered opportunely out, and met the interpreter.
"Well, Matthews," was his greeting.
"Well?"
"I just wanted to be sure that you know Lancaster's got that tenth point I spoke about cinched."
"Yes?"