“What is his name?”
“He is a young chap about your size and build: name’s Brandley, Ross Brandley.”
Alden sprang to his feet.
“And you let him rob me of my honors! The last fellow in the world!”
The four men looked at him in astonishment. The tallest asked:
“What do you mean?”
Alden saw the absurdity of his action. Resuming his seat, he said:
“I beg your pardon; how came you to select him?”
“You hadn’t laid down ten minutes when he came over from camp. He said he had some important business with you and wanted us to wake you. That didn’t seem right, seeing how tired you were, and he agreed to wait till morning. Then he saw Cal about to start with the mail and the notion got into his head that it was the job next to his heart. He begged to be allowed to take his place. He wouldn’t accept no for an answer, and I was fool enough to give in, doing something contrary to the rules and if anything happens to him, I shall get into trouble for it.”
“He rode on my pony, that knows every foot
