"Cosey as could be."
A little while, and Fraser sprang up. "They're there!" he cried. "See? see? They're home!"
Far away on the bend, the eyes of the shack were bright.
"And you, Mr. Fraser?" asked the evangelist.
"Marylyn and I will wait for the Colonel. Won't be long, now. Shall you be here?"
"I think not. The Indians go to Standing Rock next week. I go with them."
"Poor Charley!" said Fraser, huskily. "He won't go, poor old chap!"
"Hardly poor, Mr. Fraser." There was a triumphant ring in David Bond's voice. "Few men gain as much as he by death."
"I know. Even the Captain's proud of him now."
They fell silent.