wuth seventy cents in our money. It's a foh'en piece. She tell
me to keep it till I went ovah to huh country; then I could have
a high time with it--that's what she says--'a high time'--an'
smiled kind o" knowin' like."

"Let me see that coin," said Lorry, eagerly taking the silver
piece from the porter's hand. "I never saw one like it before.
Greek, it looks to me, but I can't make a thing out of these
letters. She gave it to you?"

"Yas, suh--las' evenin'. A high time on seventy cents! That's
reediculous, ain't it?" demanded the porter scornfully.

"I'll give you a dollar for it. You can have a higher time on
that."

The odd little coin changed owners immediately, and the new
possessor dropped it into his pocket with the inward conviction
that he was the silliest fool in existence. After the porter's
departure he took the coin from his pocket, and, with his back to
the door, his face to the window, studied its lettering.

During the afternoon he strolled about the train, his hand
constantly jingling the coins. He passed her compartment several
times, yet refrained from looking in. But he wondered if she saw
him pass.

At one little station a group of Indian bear hunters created
considerable interest among the passengers. Grenfall was down at
the station platform at once, looking over a great stack of game.