“Foot getting better?” he asked.
“I think it is,” said Weston.
Stirling nodded.
“I understand that you have been of some service to these people; and they’re my daughter’s friends,” he said. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“No,” replied Weston, “I don’t think there is.”
The contractor looked at him steadily for a moment or two.
“Well,” he said, “if anything strikes you, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t let me know. Feeling anxious to get back to the track?”
Weston’s eyes twinkled.
“I don’t think I am.”
“Then you may stay right where you are, and take care of my daughter. If she wants to climb mountains or shoot rapids, it’s to be done; but you’ll fix things so it can be done safely. You’re in charge of this outfit, and not that major man.”