Prudence went on writing.
“Iredale’s ranch burnt out?”
The girl started.
“Don’t know.”
“Must be.”
“Oh!” Then: “Here you are; and do you mind if I wait for an answer?”
“Pleasure.” And the man read the message––
“To Hervey Malling, Northern Union Hotel,
Winnipeg.“Return at once. Money awaiting you. Willing to pay the price on your arrival. Do not fail to return at once. The other matter can rest.
“Prudence.”
The operator tapped away at the instrument.