"

"In my own time you shall be quite fully satisfied," said Armitage
quietly, and turned away.

He was not among the others of the Claiborne party when they got into
their carriages to go to the ball. He went, in fact, to the telegraph
office and sent a message to Oscar Breunig, Lamar, Virginia, giving
notice of a shipment of steers.

Then he returned to the New American and packed his belongings.

CHAPTER XII

A CAMP IN THE MOUNTAINS

--Who climbed the blue Virginia hills
Against embattled foes;
And planted there, in valleys fair,
The lily and the rose;
Whose fragrance lives in many lands,
Whose beauty stars the earth,
And lights the hearths of happy homes
With loveliness and worth.

--Francis O. Ticknor.

The study of maps and time-tables is a far more profitable business than
appears. John Armitage possessed a great store of geographical knowledge
as interpreted in such literature. He could tell you, without leaving his
room, and probably without opening his trunk, the quickest way out of
Tokio, or St. Petersburg, or Calcutta, or Cinch Tight, Montana, if you
suddenly received a cablegram calling you to Vienna or Paris or
Washington from one of those places.

Such being the case, it was remarkable that he should have started for a
point in the Virginia hills by way of Boston, thence to Norfolk by
coastwise steamer, and on to Lamar by lines of railroad whose schedules
would have been the despair of unhardened travelers. He had expressed his
trunks direct, and traveled with two suitcases and an umbrella. His
journey, since his boat swung out into Massachusetts Bay, had been spent
in gloomy speculations, and two young women booked for Baltimore wrongly
attributed his reticence and aloofness to a grievous disappointment in
love.

He had wanted time to think--to ponder his affairs--to devise some way
out of his difficulties, and to contrive the defeat of Chauvenet.
Moreover, his relations to the Claibornes were in an ugly tangle:
Chauvenet had dealt him a telling blow in a quarter where he particularly
wished to appear to advantage.

He jumped out of the day coach in which he had accomplished the last
stage of his journey to Lamar, just at dawn, and found Oscar with two
horses waiting.

"Good morning," said Oscar, saluting.

"You are prompt, Sergeant," and Armitage shook hands with him.

As the train roared on through the valley, Armitage opened one of the
suit-cases and took out a p