pleasant to steal another few hours at this back-country House of
Peace before returning to the humdrum duties of camp. And the
guest yielded to the temptation.

"I'm mighty glad you can stay over till morning," said the
Master. "I'll send word to Roberts not to bring up the car."

As he spoke, he scrawled a penciled line on an envelope-back;
then he whistled.

From a cool lounging-place beneath the wistaria-vines arose a
huge collie--stately of form, dark brown and white of coat, deep-
set of eye and with a head that somehow reminded one of a
Landseer engraving. The collie trotted up the steps of the
veranda and stood expectant before the Master. The latter had
been folding the envelope lengthwise. Now he slipped it through
the ring in the dog's collar.

"Give it to Roberts," he said.

The big collie turned and set off at a hand-gallop.

"Good!" approved the guest. "Bruce didn't seem to be in any doubt
as to what you wanted him to do. He knows where Roberts is likely
to be?"

"No," said the Master. "But he can track him and find him, if
Roberts is anywhere within a mile or so from here. That was one
of the first things we taught him--to carry messages. All we do
is to slip the paper into his collar-ring and tell him the name