"All right, hop in!" There was a ring of elation in Saunders's voice
which was not often heard from him during business hours.

"These outings seem to do you a lot of good," Mostyn remarked. "You
are as lively as a cricket this morning."

"I love the mountains," was the answer. "I love these good, old-
fashioned people. Back at the station as I left the train I saw some
revenue officers with the wreck of a mountain still piled up in the
street. I know the moonshiners are breaking the law, but they don't
realize it. Many a poor mountain family will suffer from that raid. Do
you know, I was glad to hear that no arrests were made. Imprisonment
is the hardest part of ft."

Mostyn was discreetly non-communicative, and as they drove along the
conversation drifted to other topics. Suddenly Saunders broke into a
laugh. "You know, Mostyn, you are doing your very best to force me to
talk about business. You have edged up to it several times."

Mostyn frowned. "I have succeeded in keeping my mind off of it fairly
well so far," he declared; "but still, if anything of importance has
taken place down there I'd like to know it."

"Of course, you would," Saunders answered; "and from now on you'd
fairly itch to get back to your desk. Oh, I know you!"

"Not if everything was all right." There was a touch of rising doubt
in Mostyn's voice.