She's ready for you, I think." They drove on in silence for a few minutes, then swung into a broader avenue of pines.

Straight ahead glimmered the lights of Roya-Neh.
Duane said naively: "I don't suppose I could get up to Lynx Peak camp to-night, could I ?" Kathleen threw back her head, making no effort to control her laughter.
"It isn't necessary," she managed to explain; "I sent a messenger up the mountain with a note to her saying that matters of importance required her immediate return.

She'll come down to-night by sleigh from The Green Pass and Westgate Centre." "Won't she be furious ?" he inquired, with a hypocritical side glance at Kathleen, who laughed derisively and drew in the horses under the porte-cochere.

A groom took their heads; Duane swung Kathleen clear to the steps just as Scott Seagrave, hearing sleigh-bells, came out, bareheaded, his dinner-jacket wide open, as though he luxuriated in the bitter air.
"Good work!" he said.

"How are you, Duane?
Geraldine arrived from The Green Pass about five minutes ago.