"I say, pull up beside Mr. Macgregor there, will you? Here, Shock, get in. You'll miss your train. Here, you old bloke, come along, don't gape like a sick duck. Get in here. You have got to get that train now."
"Mr. Brown," said Betty in a severe whisper, "mind, don't say a word to him about this business. I can't stand it."
"Certainly not," said Brown, in a matter of fact tone. "There's nothing to be said."
But there was one last word to be said, and that was Betty's.
"Good-bye, Shock," she whispered to him, as he stepped upon his train. "I think—I know—I'm very glad."
Poor Shock could only grasp her hand in mute farewell. It was just dawning upon him that he had some further offering to bring to make his sacrifice complete.
VI
ON THE TRAIL
"That's the trail. Loon Lake lies yonder."