“Have you just arrived in Montana, Mr. Wheeler?” asked Rodney quietly.
As Rodney had not had an opportunity to examine his signature in the register Wheeler looked up in quiet surprise.
“Do you know me?” he asked.
“Yes; don’t you know me?”
“I’ll be blowed if it isn’t the kid,” ejaculated Wheeler.
“As I run this hotel, I don’t care to be called a kid.”
“All right Mr.——”
“Ropes.”
“Mr. Ropes, you are the most extraordinary boy I ever met.”
“Am I?”