He received him with both hands extended.
"You have come!" he cried.

"It is well!" Ambrose was surprised and a little disconcerted to see the grim old patriarch so moved.
"Where is your outfit ?" Simon asked anxiously.
"Half a day behind me," said Ambrose.

"It is safe." "Have you flour ?" asked Simon.
"Flour?
No!" said Ambrose staring.

"With twenty thousand bushels of wheat here ?'" "Have you got a little mill ?" Ambrose shook his head.

"There was none in Prince George," he said.
"I had to telegraph to the East.