Good night." Jackpine had half opened the door, and for a moment the engineer caught a glimpse of his dark, grinning face looking back over his shoulder.

He hesitated, as if about to speak, and then with a mouthful of his inimitable chuckles, he went out.
After bolting the door Howland lighted a small table lamp, entered the sleeping room and prepared for bed.
"Got to have a little sleep no matter if things are going off like a Fourth of July celebration," he grumbled, and rolled between the sheets.
In spite of his old habit of rising with the breaking of dawn it was Jackpine who awakened him a few hours later.

The camp was hardly astir when he followed the Indian down among the log cabins to Thorne's quarters.

The senior engineer was already dressed.
"Sorry to hustle you so, Howland," he greeted, "but I've got to go down with the mail.

Just between you and me I don't believe the camp doctor is much on his job.