cynical when he
realizes that plugging from the bottom up is no child's play? As for
egotism--Heaven knows you knocked that out of me pretty effectually when
you left Lone Moose. You made me feel like a whipped puppy for months. I
chucked myself out of the church because of that--that abased,
disheartened feeling. For a year and a half I've been learning and
discovering that life isn't a parlor game. Do you remember that letter
you left with Cloudy Moon for me? I need only to recall a phrase here
and there in that as a cure for incipient egotism. What do you think I
should have become?" he flung at her, unconscious of the passion in his
voice, "A poor thing glad of a ride in your car? Or a confirmed optimist
in overalls?"

Sophie gave him a queer sidelong glance.

"Can't you let the dead past bury its dead?" she asked quietly.

Thompson kept his eyes on the smooth, green-bordered road for a minute.
The quick wave of feeling passed. He stifled it--indeed, felt ashamed
for letting it briefly master him.

"Of course," he answered at last, and turned to her with a friendly
quirk of his lips. "It is buried pretty deep one way and another, isn't
it? And it would hardly be decent to exhume the remains. Shall we talk
about the weather?"

"Don't be sarcastic," she reproved gently. "Save that to cope with dad.
He'll relish it coming from you."

"I don't know," Thompson said thoughtfully. "I wouldn't mind a chat with
your father. We wouldn't agree on many things, by a good way, although
I've discovered that some of his philosophy is sound enough. But I've
got to make a move, and I'm so situated that I must make it quickly or
not at all. I'm going to take the first north-bound steamer out of San
Francisco. So I don't imagine Mr. Carr will have a chance at me soon."

"Oh, yes, he will," Sophie asserted confidently. "In about twenty
minutes."

Thompson looked at her, startled a little by this bland assertion.

"We'll be home in about twenty minutes," she explained.

"But I'm--why take the trouble?" he asked bluntly. "I'm out of your
orbit entirely. Or do you want to exhibit me as a horrible example?"

"You're downright rude," she laughed. "Or you would be if you were
serious. Do you mind coming to see dad? And I'd like to hear more about
your trip across the mountains with Tommy Ashe."

Thompson pricked up his ears.

"Oh, you know about that, eh?" he remarked. "How--"

"Not as much as I'd like to," she interrupted.