Two days passed. The Dockbridges wearied themselves with sight-seeing, while Andrews busied himself with arrangements to depart. The favorable impression made by the prisoner upon his captors had steadily increased, and in a short time they found themselves regarding him in the light of a most agreeable companion whom fate had thrown in their way. "And now for New York!" exclaimed Jack, lighting his cigar, as they sat around the dinner-table on the evening of the third day after their arrival in Seattle. "How shall we go--Northern Pacific, Union, or The Short Line and across on The Rock Island?" "Divel a bit do I care," answered Pat comfortably from behind an enormous Manuel Garcia Extravaganza, tendered him by Mr. Andrews. "Th' longer th' better, suits _me_. 'Tis the county pays me, an' I loike ridin' in the cars down to th' ground." "What is the prettiest way, Mr. Andrews?" inquired Peggy, "You know the country. Where would we see the most mountains?" Had it not been for the thick clouds of cigar smoke, they would have noticed the flash of Andrews' gray eyes which so quickly died away. He hesitated a moment, as if giving the matter the consideration it deserved. "There's practically no choice," he replied at length, knocking the ash from his cigar. "They're all lovely at this time of year. The Rock Island route is longer, but perhaps it is the more interesting." He paused doubtfully, then resumed his cigar. But Peggy, who at the thought of the trip had become all eagerness, had observed his manner. "You were going to add something, Mr. Andrews; what was it?" Andrews smiled. "Oh, nothing! I was about to say that if it wasn't such a tough journey you might go back by the Northern Montana and connect with the Soo. It's a magnificent trip in summer, but I dare say pretty cold in winter. Wonderful scenery, though." "Let's go!" exclaimed Peggy. "That's what we are after--scenery! I don't care if it _is_ cold. I've got my furs. Montana, you say? And the Soo? That sounds like Indians. What do you say, Jack?" "Oh, I don't mind!" answered her husband. "Andrews knows best. He's been that way. Sure, if you say so." Andrews hid a smile by lighting another cigar. [Illustration: He hesitated a moment as if giving the matter the consideration it deserved.] III