Andrew was shown into a room where his comrade lay on a couch.
"I've heard the news and I'm very glad," he said. "I was troubled about you."
"You couldn't hide it." Graham smiled at him. "It wasn't your fault I got frost-bitten, anyway. But have you heard about the specimens?"
"Yes; the first report's encouraging. Of course, I haven't learned the full results yet."
Graham's eyes glistened, and he moved into a comfortable pose with a look of deep content.
"That's good. Now I must try to get about again as soon as possible."
"There's no hurry. As you know, you needn't go back to the mill until you're able. Then as Carnally and I know where the lode is, it isn't strictly necessary that you should come with us."
"Isn't it! I've been thinking about that lode for twenty years, and do you suppose I could let another man locate it? Besides, we must stake three claims on the best frontage."
"That would be better; but what about Mrs. Graham? Haven't you given her enough anxiety?"
Graham looked disturbed.