gave the steamship sailings. In the meantime he must decide what
to do with Pete, and admitted that he would be sorry to part with the
man, although he would not be of much help in the towns, and their
companionship might make him conspicuous.

"I almost think I had better let you go at Carlisle," he said.

Pete looked rather hard at him, and then asked: "Have I earned my
money?"

"Yes," said Foster, "you have earned it well."

"Then, if ye have nae great objection, I'd like to take pairt in the
shape o' a third-class passage to Western Canada, where ye come from.
I hear it's a gran' country."

"It's a hard country," Foster answered. "You had better not be rash.
There's not much poaching yonder; the game, for the most part, belongs
to the State. and the laws about it are very strict."

"There's no' that much profit in poaching here; particular when ye pay
a smart fine noo and then. For a' that, I wouldna' say but it's better
than mony anither job, if ye're lucky."

"You ought to make a good hill shepherd."

"Verra true, an' I might make a good plooman, and get eighteen
shillings or a pound a week for either. But what's yon for a man's
work frae break o' day till dark? An', mind ye, it's work that needs
skill."

"Not very much," Foster agreed.

"Weel," said Pete, rather diffidently, "I thought ye might have some
use for me, if ye've no' finished the business ye are on."

Foster doubted if Pete could help him much in Canada, since he did not
expect to chase Daly through the woods. The man, however, had been
useful and might be so again; then he had talents which, if rightly
applied, would earn him much more in Canada than five dollars a week.

"If you mean to come, I'll take you," he said. "If I don't want you
myself, I think I can promise to give you a good start."

Pete gave him a grateful glance, and Foster was silent while the train
ran down the valley of the Esk. On reaching Carlisle, he went to the
hotel he had named and asked for a room, but did not sign the visitors'
book. He spent the afternoon watching the station, and then went to
the Eden bridge, where the road to Scotland crossed the river. Daly
had a car and might prefer to use it instead of the rather infrequent
trains.

Foster did not know where the fellow was, but he had been at the Garth
two days ago, and, if Featherstone's firmness had given him a hint,
might before leaving the country revisit Peebles and Hawick, where
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