n, Greenoak," said Sir Anson, as the two men heartily
gripped hands. "And don't forget your promise."

"Good-bye to you, Sir Anson. And I won't."

So Dick and his father betook themselves to the landing-place, and
Harley Greenoak betook himself to lunch. With characteristic judgment
he had divined that father and son would prefer to be alone together at
the last, and so had refrained from seeing the old gentleman off to the
ship. Now as he sat in the club dining-room he was thinking, and his
thoughts, needless to say, ran upon the charge he had just undertaken.
To that end he was rather glad there was nobody he knew in the room.

Needless to say, too, that after the episode off Danger Point, which
might so nearly have ended in tragedy, the tendency now among his
fellow-passengers was to make very much of a hero of Dick Selmes, and
more especially did this hold good of the "fair" section thereof. It
was as well, perhaps, decided Harley Greenoak, that only a day or two
remained for the absorption of all this adulation. Towards himself the
tendency was not so marked, for which he was unaffectedly glad. He had
borne part in too many strange and perilous episodes in his time for
one, more or less, to afflict him with "swelled head." It was all in
the day's work.

Dick Selmes, of course, had plenty of invitations, and could have got
through six months easily before he had run through them all. But not
to this end had he been placed in charge of Harley Greenoak. The latter
meant him to see something of the hard and adventurous life of the
country, even of its perils, and this Dick could scarcely effect by
pleasant stays at this or that comfortable stock farm, with sport made
easy; perchance, too, flirting like the mischief with this or that
pretty daughter of his host _pro tem_. All of which Greenoak had put to
him square and straight, and Dick Selmes had whole-heartedly agreed.

"I don't want to fool about, old chap," he had said. "I want to see
something of the real thing."

"Thought you would, Dick," had been the answer. "Well, I see we're
going to make a real up-country man of you before we've done."

Thinking over these things Greenoak sat. Then deciding that Dick would
be returning from the ship about now, he concluded to stroll down and
meet him.

He left the club. From the steep hill leading down to Main Street there
was a view of the bay and the shipping, the homeward-bound liner flying
the blu