“Oh, it’s a beastly hole, Kemp.  How can I be comfortable?”

Randy, who had come back from the telephone with a look on his face which clutched at Major Prime’s throat, caught Dalton’s complaint.

“It isn’t a beastly hole,” he said in a ringing voice, “it’s God’s country——­ I got my mother on the ’phone, Major.  She has sent for us and the horses are on the way.”

Dalton looked him over.  What a lank and shabby youth he was to carry in his voice that ring of authority.  “What’s the answer to our getting off here?” he asked.

“Depends upon where you are going.”

“To Oscar Waterman’s——­”

“Never heard of him.”

“Hamilton Hill,” said the station agent.

Randy’s neck stiffened.  “Then the Hamiltons have sold it?”

“Yes.  A Mr. Waterman of New York bought it.”

Kemp had come back.  “Mr. Waterman says he’ll send the car at once.  He is delighted to know that you have come, sir.”

“How long must I wait?”

“Not more than ten minutes, he said, sir,” Kemp’s optimism seemed to ricochet against his master’s hardness and come back unhurt.  “He will send a closed car and will have your rooms ready for you.”

“Serves me right for not wiring,” said Dalton, “but who would believe there is a place in the world where a man can’t get a taxi?”

Young Paine was at the door, listening for the sound of hoofs, watching with impatience.  Suddenly he gave a shout, and the others looked to see a small object which came whirling like a bomb through the mist.

“Nellie, little old lady, little old lady,” the boy was on his knees, the dog in his arms—­an ecstatic, panting creature, the first to welcome her master home!

Before he let her go, the little dog’s coat was wet with more than rain, but Randy was not ashamed of the tears in his eyes as he faced the others.

“I’ve had her from a pup—­she’s a faithful beast.  Hello, there they come.  Gee, Jefferson, but you’ve grown!  You are almost as big as your name.”

Jefferson was the negro boy who drove the horses.  There was a great splashing of red mud as he drew up.  The flaps of the surrey closed it in.

Jefferson’s eyes were twinkling beads as he greeted his master.  “I sure is glad to see you, Mr. Randy.  Miss Caroline, she say there was another gemp’mun?”

“He’s here—­Major Prime.  You run in there and look after his bags.”

Randy unbuttoned the flaps and gave a gasp of astonishment: 

“Becky—­Becky Bannister!”

In another moment she was out on the platform, and he was holding her hands, protesting in the meantime, “You’ll get wet, my dear——­”

“Oh, I want to be rained on, Randy.  It’s so heavenly to have you home.  I caught Jefferson on the way down.  I didn’t even wait to get my hat.”

[Illustration:  “It’s so heavenly to have you home”]