The young Englishman was a poor correspondent, and had promised himself a whole quiet day to be spent in explaining by letter to his people at home the mysterious circumstances under which he had found and lost Patrick Henry Considine.

Ellen Harriott found him in the office manfully wrestling with some extra long words, and stopped for a few minutes' talk.

She had a liking for the young Englishman, and any talk was better than to be left alone with her thoughts.
"These are bad times for the old station, Mr.Carew," she said.

"We don't know what is going to happen next." Carew was not going to haul down the flag just yet.

"I believe everything 'll come all right in the long run, don't you know," he said.
"Never give up first hit, you know; see it out--eh, what ?" "I want to get away out of this for a while," she said.