It was a historic meal in more than one way. The size of it was one notable feature, and even Andrew had to loosen his belt when he came to attack the main feature, which was a vast steak with fried eggs scattered over the top of it. The proprietor, admiring such gastronomic prowess, hung about Andrew and made suggestions of side dishes, corn, tomatoes, and canned fish. The suggestions were added; the table groaned; for a diet of beans and bacon leaves vast holes which take much filling.
The steak had been reduced to a meager rim before Andrew had any attention to pay to the paper which had been placed on his table. It was an eight-page sheet entitled The Granville Bugle, and a subhead announced that it was "the greatest paper on the ranges and the cattleman's guide." It was devoted strictly to news of the mountain desert. Andrew found a picture on the first page, a picture of Hal Dozier, and over the picture the following caption: "Watch this column for news of the Andrew Lanning hunt."
The article in this week's issue contained few facts. It announced a number of generalities: "Marshal Hal Dozier, when interviewed, said" and a great many innocuous things which he was sure that grim hunter could not have spoken. He passed over the rest of the column in careless contempt. On the second page, in a muddle of short notices, one headline caught his eye and held it: "Charles Merchant to Wed Society Belle." The editor had spread his talents for the public eye in doing justice to it:
On the fifteenth of the month will be consummated a romance which began last year, when
Charles Merchant, son of the well-known cattle king,