“I’m glad to see you,” exclaimed the first. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m doing first rate,” was the reply.
The first friend looked awkwardly about a moment, and then asked with suppressed eagerness:
“And—and your family—are they all—well?”
There was a world of significance in the hesitation before the last word.
“Yes. Thank God! not one of them went down.”
A man who looked like a prosperous banker, and who had evidently come from a distance drove through the mountains toward South Fork. On the way he met a handsome young man in a silk hat, mounted on a mule. The two shook hands eagerly.
“Have you anything?”
“Nothing. What have you?”
“Nothing.”