He turned away. She swung on the stool toward him and looked very kindly and frankly up. "You have been too courteous to all of us for that. Ask as many favors as you like, Mr. Glover," she murmured, "but not, if you please, a last one."
"It shall be the last, Miss Brock. I only——"
"You only what?"
"Will you let me know what day you are going, so I may say good-by?"
"Certainly I will. You will be at Medicine Bend in any case, won't you?"
"No. I have fifteen hundred miles to cover next week."
"What for—oh, it isn't any of my business, is it?"
"Looking over the snowsheds. Will you telegraph me?"
"Where?"
"At the Wickiup; it will reach me."