The stranger, who had thus introduced himself, was short, about five feet five, fairly stout, with a large head covered with curly reddish hair, his whiskers and goatee of the same hue, his eyes pale grayish, his nose retrousse, and his mouth like a half-moon lying on its back.  He was dressed in a tweed suit of a very broad check; his head was crowned with a pith hat, almost too large even for it; and he wore gaiters.  But, what endeared him to the pedestrians was his knapsack made of some kind of ribbed brown waterproof cloth.

“Either of you gents take any hinterest in science?” he asked affably, whereupon the schoolmaster took it upon himself to reply.

“I, as an educationist, dabble a little in geology, mineralogy, and palaeontology.  My friend is a botanist.  You are Mr. Rawdon.  Allow me, Mr. Rawdon, to introduce my friend Mr. Eugene Coristine, of Osgood Hall, Barrister, and my humble self, Farquhar Wilkinson, of the Toronto Schools.”

Mr. Rawdon bowed and shook hands, then threw himself into a stage attitude, and said:  “His it possible that I am face to face with Farquhar Wilkinson, the describer of a hentirely new species of Favosites?  Sir, this is a perroud day for a workin’ geologist.  Your servant, Dr. Coristine!”

“I’m no doctor, Mr. Rawdon,” replied the lawyer, a bit angrily; “I passed all my examinations in the regular way.”

“Hif it’s a fair question, gents, ware are you a goin’”? asked the working geologist.

“We intend, if nothing intervenes, to spend the night at the village of Peskiwanchow,” answered Wilkinson, whose heart warmed to the knapsack man that knew his great discovery.

“Beastly ’ole!” remarked Mr. Rawdon; “but, as I’m a long way hoff Barrie, I’ll go there with you, if Mr. Currystone is hagreeable.  I don’t want to miss the hopportunity of making your better hacquaintance, Dr. Wilkinson.”

“I am sure that my friend and I will be charmed with your excellent society, as a man, a fellow pedestrian and a lover of science,” the dominie effusively replied.

“Well, Muggins, we’re a-goin’ back, hold dog, along o’ two gents as haint above keepin’ company wi’ you and me,” whereat Muggins barked and sought to make friends with his new companions.  Coristine liked Muggins, but he did not love Muggins’ master.  Sotto voce, he said:  “A cheeky little cad!”

Mr. Rawdon and Wilkinson forged on ahead.  Coristine and Muggins brought up the rear.

“What are you working at now, Mr. Rawdon?” asked the schoolmaster.

“I’m workin’ hup the Trenton and Utica, the Udson River and Medina formations.  They hall crop hup between ’ere and Collin’wood.  It’s the limestone I’m hafter, you know,” he said, sinking his voice to a whisper, “the limestone grits, dolomites, and all that sort of thing.  Wen I can get a good grinstun quarry, I’ll be a made man.”

“Grinstun?” queried Wilkinson, helplessly.