"To be where there are bears and bob-cats and——"
"Maybe, after all, you would rather have stayed at home and finished out your school year."
"I rather guess not!" was the lad's emphatic reply.
So impatient was he to see the marvels of this magic land that the last few hours of the journey seemed unending.
But they did end.
Toward noon the heavy train pulled into Glen City and they bundled out on to the platform. They were the only passengers, but there was a great deal of freight—boxes, barrels, and cases of provisions. As they stood hesitating as to what they had better do a tall, bony young fellow approached the station agent and called with a decided suggestion of the Highlander in his accent:
"I dinna see those kegs of lime for Crescent Ranch, Mitchell."
"They're here. You will find them at the end of the platform. Come, and I'll help you pile them on your wagon."
Mr. Clark turned to the Scotchman.
"Are you going to Crescent Ranch?"