"It's going to cost you something--a whole day, in fact. I promised to 'personally conduct' the crowd up to Silver Plume to-day, and the arrangements are all made. Now this old fellow says he isn't going; says I've got to stay in Denver with him and telegraph another thirty days to his ticket, or the heavens will fall. I'm going to do it, and I want you to take my place with the party." "Same old maker of hard-and-fast promises, aren't you, Fred," said the general agent, smiling. "I suppose I can do it, if you can square it with Emily." "I've done that already; she's awfully good about it--says she'll go along and help you out. What's this place? Overton? By Jove! I'll have to be getting back to my car; we're only fifteen miles out. Thank you much, old man--see you later"--and the passenger agent pushed through the group in the wash-room and dropped off to once more make the circuit of car Naught-fifty. XV YARD-LIMITS It was while Brockway was making his second circuit of the private car that Mrs. Burton looked up and encountered the calculating gaze of the President. "Ah--good-morning, Mrs. Burton; you remember me, I see. On your way back to Utah, are you?" "Yes--" the "sir" was on the tip of her tongue, but she managed to suppress it. "We have been to Chicago, to the passenger meeting." "So I inferred. Do you enjoy Chicago, Mrs. Burton?" She felt that five minutes of this would unhinge her reason, but she made shift to answer, intelligently: "Yes, in a way; but I've never been about much. Mr. Burton is always so busy when we are there." "Precisely; always busy; that is the whole history of civilized man in two words, isn't it? But where is your good husband?" "He is in the wash-room," she began; but at that moment Burton appeared. "Ha!" said the President; "good-morning, Mr. Burton. You didn't expect to find me here chatting with your wife, did you?" "Well, no, not exactly--that is--" Burton's one weakness lay in undue deference to his superior officers, and he stumbled helplessly. But his wife came promptly to the rescue. "It's such a distinction, Mr. Vennor, that we don't know how to properly acknowledge it," she retorted, laughing, "Will you excuse me if I finish buttoning my shoe?" "Certainly, certainly"--the President's tone was genially paternal; "I merely wanted to have a word with Mr. Burton;" and he rose and drew the general agent across to the opposite section. "Sit down, sit down, Burton; don't stand on ceremony with me," he said, patronizingly. "I came to ask a favor of you, and positively you embarrass me." Burton sat down mechanically. "I learned a few minutes ago through young Brockway that you were on the train," the President continued, lowering his voice, "and I understand that he wishes you to take charge of his party for the day on the trip up Clear Creek Canyon. Has he spoken to you about it?" "Yes; he was here just now." Burton answered as he had sat down--mechanically.