But Mr. Michael Cole was quite undisturbed by the colonel's wrath. “You might find the reason in the note,” he said, coolly, and the colonel, glaring at him, opened the note and read:
“MY DEAR COLONEL THORP: I am greatly disappointed in not being able to meet you. The truth is I only received your letter this week. Our mails are none too prompt, and so I have been unable to re-arrange my plans. I find it necessary to run up the river for a couple of weeks. In the meantime, thinking that possibly you might like to see something of our country, I have arranged that you should join the party of the Lieutenant Governor on their trip to the interior, and which will take only about four weeks' time. The party are going to visit the most interesting districts of our country, including both the famous mining district of Cariboo and the beautiful valley of the Okanagan. Mr. Cole, my clerk, will introduce you to Mr. Blair, our member of Parliament for Westminster, who will present you to the rest of the party. Mr. Blair, I need not say, is one of the brightest business men in the West. I shall meet you at Yale on your return. If it is absolutely impossible for you to take this trip, and necessary that I should return at once, Mr. Cole will see that a special messenger is sent to me, but I would strongly urge that you go, if possible.
“With kind regards.”
“Look here, young man,” yelled the colonel, “do you think I've come all this way to go gallivanting around the country with any blank, blank royal party?”
“I don't know, Colonel,” said young Cole, brightly; “but I tell you I'd like mighty well to go in your place.”
“And where in the nation IS your boss, and what's he after, anyway?”
“He's away up the river looking after business, and pretty big business, too,” said Coley, not at all overawed by the colonel's wrath.
“Well, I hope he knows himself,” said the colonel.
“Oh, don't make any mistake about that, Colonel,” said young Cole; “he always knows where he's going and what he wants, and he gets it.” But the colonel made no reply, nor did he deign to notice Mr. Michael Cole again until they had arrived at the New Westminster landing.
“The boss didn't know,” said Coley, approaching the colonel with some degree of care, “whether you would like to go to the hotel or to his rooms; you can take your choice. The hotel is not of the best, and he thought perhaps you could put up with his rooms.”