Sitting with his well foot in the brake, he pictured the scene on the other side of the building when the train pulled in and stopped. He could not hear much, on account of the noise the engine made pumping air, but he could guess about what was taking place. Now, the fellow was on the platform, probably, and he had a suit case in one hand and a light tan overcoat over the other arm, and now he was advancing toward the Little Doctor, who would have grown shy and remained by the waiting-room door. Now he had changed his suit case to the other hand, and was bending down over--oh, hell! He'd settle up with the Old Man and pull out, back across the river. Old Blake would give him work on his ranch over there, that was a cinch. And the Little Doctor could have her Cecil and be hanged to him. He would go to-morrow--er--no, he'd have to wait till Silver was able to make the trip, for he wouldn't leave him behind. No, he couldn't go just yet--he'd have to stay with the deal another month. He wouldn't stay a day longer than he had to, thought you could gamble on that. There--the train was sliding out--say, what if the fellow hadn't come, though? Such a possibility had not before occurred to Chip--wouldn't the Little Doctor be fighty, though? Serve her right, the little flirt--er--no, he couldn't think anything against the Little Doctor, no matter what she did. No, he'd sure hate to see her disappointed--still, if the fellow HADN'T come, Chip wouldn't be to blame for that, and Dr. Cecil--“Can't you drive around to the platform now, to load in the trunk?” “Sure,” said Chip, with deceitful cheerfulness, and took his foot off the brake, while the Little Doctor went back to her Cecil. The agent had the trunk on the baggage truck and trundled it along the platform, and Chip's eyes searched for his enemy. They were in the waiting room; he could hear that laugh of the Little Doctor's--Lord, how he hated to hear it--directed at some other fellow, that is. Yes, there was the suit case--it looked just as he had expected it would--and there was a glimpse of tan cloth just inside the door. Chip turned to help the agent push the suit case under the seat, where it was an exceeding tight fit getting it there, with the trunk taking up so much room. When he straightened up the Little Doctor stood ready to get into the buggy, and behind her stood Dr. Cecil Granthum, smiling in a way that disclosed some very nice teeth. “Cecil, this is Mr. Bennett--the 'Chip' that I have mentioned as being at the ranch. Chip, allow me to present Dr. Cecil Granthum.” Dr. Cecil advanced with hand out invitingly. “I've heard so much about Chip that I feel very well acquainted. I hope you won't expect me to call you Mr. Bennett, for I shan't, you know.”