other side of the building when the train pulled in and stopped.
He could not hear much, on account of the noise the engine made pumping
air, but he could guess about what was taking place. Now, the fellow
was on the platform, probably, and he had a suit case in one hand and
a light tan overcoat over the other arm, and now he was advancing
toward the Little Doctor, who would have grown shy and remained by the
waiting-room door. Now he had changed his suit case to the other hand,
and was bending down over--oh, hell! He'd settle up with the Old Man
and pull out, back across the river. Old Blake would give him work on
his ranch over there, that was a cinch. And the Little Doctor could
have her Cecil and be hanged to him. He would go to-morrow--er--no, he'd
have to wait till Silver was able to make the trip, for he wouldn't
leave him behind. No, he couldn't go just yet--he'd have to stay with
the deal another month. He wouldn't stay a day longer than he had to,
thought you could gamble on that.

There--the train was sliding out--say, what if the fellow hadn't come,
though? Such a possibility had not before occurred to Chip--wouldn't
the Little Doctor be fighty, though? Serve her right, the little
flirt--er--no, he couldn't think anything against the Little Doctor,
no matter what she did. No, he'd sure hate to see her disappointed--
still, if the fellow HADN'T come, Chip wouldn't be to blame for that,
and Dr. Cecil--

"Can't you drive around to the platform now, to load in the trunk?"

"Sure," said Chip, with deceitful cheerfulness, and took his foot off
the brake, while the Little Doctor went back to her Cecil.

The agent had the trunk on the baggage truck and trundled it along the