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"How far now to Medicine?" she smiled

"We are about half-way From here to Point of Rocks we follow an

Indian trail"

The car was no longer warm The darkness, too, e closets vainly for candles When they

sat down again they could hear the panting of the engine The exhaust

had the thinness of extre the Buttes of the Castle Creek country, and when the engineer

whistled for Castle station the big chirowing very cold

As the car slowed, Glover caught an odor of heated oil, and going back

found the coddled journal sain, and like an honest man cursed

it heartily, then he went forward to find out what the stop was for

He ca at the door for

hiht her face and answered her question with

another

"Do you think you could stand a ride in the engine cab?"

"Surely, if necessary Why?"