“But here is your man, governor,” said Harry, laying his hand on Ranald.
“Ranald!” exclaimed Mr. St. Clair. “Why, the very man! You understand timber, and you are honest.”
“I will answer for both with my head,” said Harry.
“What do you say, Ranald?” said Mr. St. Clair. “Will you take a day to think it over?”
“No,” said Ranald; “I will be your checker.” And so Ranald became part of the firm of Raymond & St. Clair.
“Come along, Ranald,” said Harry. “We will take the girls home, and then come back to the office.”
“Yes, do come,” said Kate, heartily. Maimie said nothing.
“No,” said Ranald; “I will go back to the raft first, and then come to the office. Shall I begin tonight?” he said to Mr. St. Clair.
“To-morrow morning will do, Ranald,” said Mr. St. Clair. “Come up to the hotel and see us tonight.” But Ranald said nothing. Then Maimie went up to him.
“Good by, just now,” she said, smiling into his face. “You will come and see us to-night, perhaps?”