"My sister said you did not tell her what part you took in Isaac's rescue." "I hardly deserve all the credit," answered Alfred.

"Your big black dog merits a great deal of it." "Well, I consider your first day at the fort a very satisfactory one, and an augury of that fortune you came west to find." "How are you ?" said Alfred, going up to the couch where Isaac lay.
"I am doing well, thanks to you," said Isaac, warmly shaking Alfred's hand.
"It is good to see you pulling out all right," answered Alfred.

"I tell you, I feared you were in a bad way when I got you out of the water." Isaac reclined on the couch with his head and shoulder propped up by pillows.

He was the handsomest of the brothers.

His face would have been but for the marks of privation, singularly like Betty's; the same low, level brows and dark eyes; the same mouth, though the lips were stronger and without the soft curves which made his sister's mouth so sweet.
Betty appeared at the door, and seeing the room filled with men she hesitated a moment before coming forward.