platform, and Chip's eyes searched for his enemy. They were in the
waiting room; he could hear that laugh of the Little Doctor's--Lord,
how he hated to hear it--directed at some other fellow, that is. Yes,
there was the suit case--it looked just as he had expected it would--
and there was a glimpse of tan cloth just inside the door. Chip turned
to help the agent push the suit case under the seat, where it was an
exceeding tight fit getting it there, with the trunk taking up so much
room.

When he straightened up the Little Doctor stood ready to get into the
buggy, and behind her stood Dr. Cecil Granthum, smiling in a way that
disclosed some very nice teeth.

"Cecil, this is Mr. Bennett--the 'Chip' that I have mentioned as being
at the ranch. Chip, allow me to present Dr. Cecil Granthum."

Dr. Cecil advanced with hand out invitingly. "I've heard so much about
Chip that I feel very well acquainted. I hope you won't expect me to
call you Mr. Bennett, for I shan't, you know."

Too utterly at sea to make reply, Chip took the offered hand in his.
Hate Dr. Cecil? How could he hate this big, breezy, blue-eyed young
woman? She shook his hand heartily and smiled deep into his troubled
eyes, and drew the poison from his wounds in that one glance.

The Little Doctor plumped into the seat and made room for Cecil, like
the spoiled little girl that she was, compared with the other.

"I'm going to sit in the middle. Cecil, you're the biggest and you can
easily hang on--and, beside, this young man is so fierce with strangers