in the construction camp. I
proposed to bring her down here with me, but there was a riot. I barely
escaped. If ever she gets out from that camp it will be when they are
all asleep or when she is in a box car."

"Come along, then," cried Cameron. "I have much to tell you, and my wife
will be glad to see you. My sister comes in by No. 1, do you know?"

"Your sister? By No. 1? You don't say! Why, I never thought your
sister--by No. 1, eh?"

"Yes, by No. 1."

"Say, Doc," said the hotel man, breaking into the conversation. "There's
a bunch of 'em comin' in, ain't there? Who's the lady you was expectin'
yourself on No. 1?"

"Lady?" said Cameron. "What's this, Martin?"

"Me? Wake up, Connolly, you're walking in your sleep," violently
signaling to the hotel man.

"Oh, it won't do, Martin," said Cameron with grave concern. "You may
as well own up. Who is it? Come. By Jove! What? A blush? And on that
asbestos cheek? Something here, sure enough."

"Oh, rot, Cameron! Connolly is a well-known somnambulist."

"Sure thing!" said Connolly. "Is it catchin,' for I guess you had the
same thing last night?"

"Connolly, you've gone batty! You need a nurse."

"A nurse? Maybe so. Maybe so. But I guess you've got to the point where
you need a preacher. Ha! ha! Got you that time, Doc!" laughed the hotel
man, winking at Cameron.

"Oh, let it out, Martin. You'll feel better afterward. Who is it?"

"Cameron, so help me! Connolly is an infernal ass. He's batty, I tell
you. I'm treating him for it right now."

"All right," said Cameron, "never mind. I shall run up and tell my wife
you are here. Wait for me," he cried, as he ran up the stairs.

"Connolly, you fool! I'll knock your wooden block off!" said the doctor
in a fury.

"But, Doc, you did say--"

"Oh, confound you! Shut up! It was--"

"But you did say--"

"Will you shut up?"

"Certain, sure I'll shut up. But you said--"

"Look here!" broke in the doctor impatiently. "He'll be down in a
minute. I don't want him to know."

"Aw, Doc, cut it out! He ain't no Lady Clara."

"Connolly, close that trap of yours and listen to me. This is serious.
He'll be back in a jiffy. It's the same lady as he is going to meet."

"Same lady? But she's his sister."

"Yes, of course, you idiot! She's his sister. And now you've queered me
with him and he will think--"

"Aw, Doc, let me be. I'll straighten that tangle out."

"Sh-h! Here he is. Not a word, on your life!"

"Aw, get o