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little confab with
you to-day. Know who I am?"
"No, I don't know you," Ralph replied truthfully, "and I can't guess how
you knew I was up here in the hills."

"Your ma told me. I stopped at your shack, about two hours ago, an'
she told me you was out lookin' after your traps. Any luck?"
"Not much." Ralph did not wish the man to observe either the location
of the traps or the valuable mink that dangled from Keno's saddle.
"What did you want to see me for?" he queried, after a minute's pause,
during which he eyed the woodsman quizzically.
"You're Ralph Kenyon, ain't you?" asked the other, evidently in some
doubt.
"Yes. Who are you?"
There was a, blunt directness in Ralph's questions that seemed to
disconcert the man who had expected to meet a rather shy, immature
lad---certainly not one who bore himself with an air of calm
self-possession and who wasted no words. He gave another low laugh
that ended in a chuckle, and replied briefly:
"My name's Bill---Bill Terrill---perhaps you've heard tell o' me? I'm
Old Man Walsh's nevvy, your friend Tom's Cousin."
"I've heard of you," said Ralph, drily.
"Who told you, then?"
"Jack Durham---another cousin of yours."
"Oh! You don't mean the kid that joined that 'ere Boy Scout crowd over
at Pi'neer Camp last summer, after---after------"
"After you attacked the old man and him in the woods, one day. Yes,
he's the one. He told me."
"You an' him pals?"
"Not exactly; he's much younger than I."
"How old are you?"

"Nineteen next month."
"Old enough ter know better, eh?"
"What do you mean?"
"Better than ter go diggin' fer---well, gold, in these 'ere parts."
A blush overspread Ralph's freckled face, but it faded as quickly as it
had come, and he continued to stare at Bill Terrill.
"I wasn't digging for gold," he said quietly.
"Of course not! I was only joshing you, boy! Say, what I wanted ter see
you about is this: there's some dispute between the
what-d'-you-call-uns?---executors?---of your dad's will and Old Man
Perkins, who owns the farm next ter yours, about the boundary lines.
Old Man Perkins, he claims-----"
"He has no claim whatever!" interrupted Ralph, vehemently. "That old
dispute was almost settled before my father's death. Dad had our farm
surveyed, charted, and the boundaries marked. I can show you the stone
on the northwest corner; it's only a few yards away, over there."
"Well, Perkins is havin' his acres surveyed now," said Terrill, "an' I'm
one of the crew that's doing the job fer him. I'm axeman. You see, I've
reformed consid'r'ble since-----since last summer, and I j'ined a
surveyin' crew; axeman now, rodman later, if I'm good, an'-------"
"But why did you want to see me? Was it about this boundary
question?"
"Oh, you admit there is some question about it, after all?"
"Are you trying to pump me, Terrill?" asked Ralph, shrewdly
suspicious. "If you are, you won't get any satisfaction until I've seen our
lawyer. It seems to me you're playing detective instead of surveyor, and
you don't do it very well! You had better stick to your job, and the
axe!"

Terrill grinned.
"If it turns out that your pa made some mistake or was---er---too
cock-sure about the lay o' this land, what d'you think Old Man Perkins
would do about it?" he inquired meaningly.
"Prove his claim, and take part of our present farm away from us, of
course," Ralph retorted. "But there is no mistake. The land is ours."
"And if it is, would you be willing to sell----"
"Not a square foot of it---to Perkins."
So saying, Ralph picked up his cap, and carefully brushed off the clay
and leaves. As he did so, the shining feather caught his downcast eyes
once more, and this time he stooped, picked it up, and deliberately
stuck it under the band of the inside of his cap. Then he secured the
faithful Keno, and, without another word to Bill Terrill, who had
moved away whistling defiantly, he tramped homeward, in a rather
gloomy mood.

CHAPTER II
A TIMELY SUGGESTION
Doctor Kane, the kindly physician from Oakvale, was just coming
down the path from the Kenyon farmhouse as Ralph rode into the yard.
He paused beside his car, seeing the lad dismount hastily and come
forward with an anxious appeal in his brown eyes.
"How---how is she to-day?" Ralph asked, when he had grasped the
doctor's outstretched hand. "Her eyes---are they------"
"No better, and no worse," replied his friend; and again the doctor
explained the situation in simple terms that Ralph could understand.
"What will the operation cost?" Ralph asked desperately.

Doctor Kane pondered for a moment.
"Well, if she will consent to go before a clinic, I think I can get her