r it no
longer and have come to see what has become of him. If he is dead, may
I stay on with one of you and perhaps get a school? I want to live
here always."

"But, darlint," said Mrs. O'Shaughnessy, "supposin' it's married your
man is?"

"Wallace may have changed his mind about me, but he would not marry
without telling me. If he is alive he is honorable."

Then I asked, "Why didn't you ask about him at Pinedale or any of
these places we have passed? If he is stationed in the Bridges reserve
they would be sure to know of him at any of these little places."

"I just didn't have the courage to. I should never have told you what
I have, only I think I owe it to you, and it was easier because of the
Holts. I am so glad we met them."

So we drove along, talking together; we each assured the girl of our
entire willingness to have her as a member of the family. After a
while I got on to the wagon with Mr. Stewart and told him Elizabeth's
story so that he could inquire about the man. Soon we came to the
crossing on Green River. Just beyond the ford we could see the
game-warden's cabin, with the stars and stripes fluttering gayly in
the fresh morning breeze. We drove into the roaring, dashing water,
and we held our breath until we emerged on the other side.

Mr. Sorenson is a very capable and conscientious game-warden and
a very genial gentleman. He rode down to meet us, to inspect our
license and to tell us about our privileges and our duties as good
woodsmen. He also issues licenses in case hunters have neglected to
secure them before coming. Mrs. O'Shaughnessy had refused to get a
license when we did. She said she was not going to hunt; she told us
we could give her a small piece of "ilk" and that would do; so we were
rather surprised when she purchased two licenses, one a special, which
would entitle her to a bull elk. As we were starting Mr. Stewart asked
the game-warden, "Can you tell me if Wallace White is still stationed
here?" "Oh, yes," Mr. Sorenson said, "Wallace's place is only a few
miles up the river and can be plainly seen from the road."

We drove on. Happiness had taken a new clutch upon my heart. I looked
back, expecting to see Elizabeth all smiles, but if you will believe
me the foolish girl was sobbing as if her heart was broken. Mrs.
O'Shaughnessy drew her head down upon her shoulder and was trying to
quiet her. The road along there was _very_ rough. Staying on the
wagon occupied all my attention