Now get out; I'm awfully busy." For some minutes after Harry had left the room Ranald sat gazing before him into space.
"Poor chap, he's got his fight, too, but I begin to think he'll win," he said to himself, and once more returned to his work.

He had hardly begun his writing when the inner door of his office opened and Mr.St.Clair came in.

His welcome was kindly and cordial, and Ranald's heart, which had been under strong discipline all morning, leaped up in warm response.
"You had a pleasant trip, I hope ?" inquired Mr.St.Clair.
"Fine most of the way.

Through May and June the flies were bad, but not so bad as usual, they said, and one gets used to them." "Good sport ?" "Never saw anything like it.

What a country that is!" cried Ranald, his enthusiasm carrying him away.