“Oh!” she cried, “it is that Mr. Raven. I would know his splendid horse anywhere.”
“Raven!” said Cameron sharply and wide awake.
“Raven, by Jove!” muttered the Inspector.
“Raven! Well, I call that cool!” said the Superintendent, a hard look upon his face.
But the laws of hospitality are nowhere so imperative as on the western plains. Cameron rose from his chair muttering, “Must look after his horse.”
“You sit down,” said Mandy firmly. “You are not going out.”
“Well, hardly,” said the Inspector. “Here, Jerry, go and show him where to get things, and—” He hesitated.
“Bring him in,” cried Mandy heartily. The men stood silent, looking at Cameron.
“Certainly, bring him in,” he said firmly, “a day like this,” he added, as if in apology.
“Why, of course,” cried Mandy, looking from one to the other in surprise. “Why not? He is a perfectly splendid man.”