But Danny said he guessed he would rather pay for the fruit, and they were laughing and chatting over the adventure in the most friendly way when Miss Barstow came up. They told her the story, and she seemed greatly pleased. She told Gabriella that Danny was the boy who had helped take care of her and her mother the first night they were both sick with the fever. "Then it was there I saw you before," Gabriella said to Danny, with delight. "I was not sure whether I had really seen you or just dreamed that I had." "Well, you were doing a heap of dreaming dat night, sure," Danny answered. "But you were a messenger-boy then," Miss Barstow said to Danny. "How is it you happen to be here and not in your uniform?" "Oh, I'm Mr. Kean's office-boy now," answered Danny. "I'm to be his clerk when I'm big enough." This information seemed to give as much satisfaction to Miss Barstow as it did to Danny. "I like that," Miss Barstow said, "for now Gabriella will have some one to look out for her when she is on watch." "Dat's right; as long as I remember how t' fight she will. Sure," Danny replied, earnestly. FOOTNOTES: [1] The previous articles published in this series are "A Street-Waif's Luck," No. 792, "Danny Cahill, Newsboy," No. 803, "A Messenger-Boy's Adventure," No. 809. SNOW-SHOES AND SLEDGES. BY KIRK MUNROE. CHAPTER XXIII. LAW IN THE GOLD DIGGINGS. The latest comer to Camp Forty Mile was not particularly anxious to attend the public meeting to which he was invited by Mr. Platt Riley. Still he thought it better to do so rather than run the risk of offending his host, who was evidently a man of influence in the diggings. His overnight reflections having convinced him that this camp was not such a place as he had expected, and also that he might find greater safety elsewhere, his first act in the morning was to order his Indian drivers to harness the dogs, and be prepared for a start within an hour. Kurilla, who was with them under instructions not to lose sight of them, grinned when he heard this, for he had picked up an inkling of what was going on, and felt pretty certain that the order need not be obeyed.