The following day a young cowboy, mounted upon a singularly noticeable buckskin horse, rode down the main street of Jason and dismounted at the Forestry Office. Torrance was reading a letter when his clerk proffered the young man a chair and notified the supervisor that a Mr. Adams wished to see him.
A few minutes later, Lorry was shown in. The door closed.
Torrance surveyed the strong, young figure with inward approval. "I have your letter. Sit down. I see your letter is postmarked St. Johns."
"Yes, sir."
"Know anything about the Service?"
"No, sir."
"Why do you want to get into it?"
"I thought mebby I'd like the work."
"Have you any recommendations?"
"Nothin'—except what you're lookin' at."