As he drew up beside us I had a sense of being in the presence of
physical perfection. His horse, although wet over the flanks, showed
little sign of fatigue; the dust of travel clung to the rider's
sunburned face, but the smartness of his bearing and uniform was
unimpaired. He saluted as he brought his horse to a standstill; then
sprang lightly to the ground.
"I see I am right," he said, addressing Marjorie and Jean. "Won't you
introduce me?"
Marjorie was the first to act, although I suspected, even then, that he
had spoken more particularly to Jean. "My brother, Frank," she said,
"and Jean's brother, Jack. This is Mr. Brook."
We shook hands cordially, and Jean asked our visitor if he had had
dinner. "I have not," he confessed, "but please don't go to any
trouble." But the girls were already in the house, making preparations.
"There's a stream around here, if my maps are right," the policeman
continued, speaking to us, "and both Dick and I could do with water."
We led him down to the stream, and to the well, and although I was
disposed to be prejudiced against this strapping young fellow who seemed
to take more than a casual interest in Jean, I lost much of that
prejudice through a little incident that happened when we reached the
water. Although Brook was undoubtedly suffering from thirst he removed
his horse's bit, so that he could drink in comfort, before he accepted
the proffered cup of water which Jack brought him from the well. Jack
and I spoke of it afterward and agreed that a chap who did that sort of
thing was a good bit of a man.
After a hearty drink Brook took off his hat and tunic, produced towel,
soap, comb and brush, and cleaned up even more thoroughly than seemed
necessary. As I watched him parting his hair by the reflection in the
water I realized that Brook had not forgotten what so many of we
pioneers often did forget--the value of personal appearance. While we
walked up the bank together I admitted to myself that although I was as
good a man as he was, I didn't look it.
The meal which the girls had prepared loosened all our tongues, and
before it was over we were chatting merrily. Brook had the latest
gossip from Regina, and interesting news about himself. At last he had
escaped from barracks, temporarily, at any rate. He was detailed to two
months' relief duty at a point farther west; he promised himself another
meal at our board on his way back, a prospect which Jean and Marjorie
and Jack received with much satisfaction, and I trust I showed no
smallness about it.
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