He remembered, however, that Flip was still to be seen, and as the steep trail was beginning to tax all his energies, he was fain to hurry forward.

The sun was nearly vertical when he turned into the canon, and saw the bark roof of the cabin beyond.

At almost the same moment Flip appeared, flushed and panting, in the road before him.
"You've got something for me," she said, pointing to the parcel and letter.

Completely taken by surprise, the Postmaster mechanically yielded them up, and as instantly regretted it.

"They're paid for," continued Flip, observing his hesitation.
"That's so," stammered the official of the Crossing, seeing his last chance of knowing the contents of the parcel vanish; "but I thought ez it's a valooable package, maybe ye might want to examine it to see that it was all right afore ye receipted for it." "I'll risk it," said Flip, coolly, "and if it ain't right I'll let ye know." As the girl seemed inclined to retire with her property, the Postmaster was driven to other conversation.