"Then there's Faith sheathing her sword--"

"Not putting away the Big-Stick," interrupted Wayland.

"Then you'll have to take the Happy Warrior--"

"I forget that one: I've been up here four years, you know?"

"It's the Soldier asleep on the Battle-Field--"

"You mean the picture of the girl kissing the man in his sleep--Yes,
that will do all right for me. You can send that one--"

And the Missionary's boy came over the edge of the Ridge trail in a
hand spring.




CHAPTER III

THE CHALLENGE TO A LOSING FIGHT

"Hullo, Dick! Who is talking of pictures and things?" The high
falsetto announced the Missionary's boy of twelve, who promptly turned
a hand spring over the slab bench, never pausing in a running fire of
exuberant comment. "Get on y'r bib and tucker, Dickie! You're goin'
t' have a s'prise party--right away! Senator Moses and Battle Brydges,
handy-andy-dandy, comin' up with Dad and MacDonald! Oh, hullo, Miss