"Dear me, how pressing you are! Say a month," she added. "Don’t be so cruel, Mary," he pleaded. "Surely a week is long enough?" "Well, I’ll try what can be done in a week. But mind, I make no promise." "Good-night, my love! God bless you, and bring you to a right decision," was his reply, as she disappeared into the house. The stars were twinkling overhead as he made his way to his little shanty, feeling he scarcely knew how, yet strongly tempted to believe that behind the affected gaiety and levity which had been displayed throughout his interview, there was flowing an under-current which might possibly bring him to the haven of his hopes. *CHAPTER XXVII.* *BRIGHTENED HOPES.* "Enough, if something from our hands hath power To live, and act, and serve the future hour." WORDSWORTH. When the telegram arrived, which Mrs. Sinclair had sent in the hope that it might be in time to stay her son from hasty action, there was much rejoicing at the Ranch by all concerned. A load of care and anxiety seemed at once to be lifted, and the course which Fellows had announced his intention of pursuing felt to be fully justified. All obstacles to future movements being thus removed, it remained to be determined what those movements should be. If the telegram from his mother conveyed the meaning which he hoped it did, then the way was open for his return to England without any fear of the consequences which might have been expected to attend his so doing. But what were the prospects which returning held out to him? He had lost his reputation. Under the most favourable conditions he could never expect to be able again to show his face at Broadstone. To be a burden on his doting mother for the remainder of her life was not to be thought of. He had not been long enough with Ranger to enable him to add much to the little he brought with him on his arrival. Then, added to these reasons, there was the thought of Jessie,—a new factor which had now entered into his life since his arrival at the Ranch, and one which he was not prepared under any circumstances to ignore. He was willing to be guided by the next letter from home, which the telegram was intended to prepare him for; but in any event he saw, or thought he saw, that it was clearly his best course to stay where he was, and as soon as possible procure a homestead of his own. Later in the day, when discussing the matter with Ranger, the farmer could not help admitting that it seemed about the only possible thing for him to do. "And I suppose," said the farmer, "you’ll be wanting to make a home of your own as soon as you can, to take Jessie to—eh?" "That is my next ambition," he replied. "And a proper one too," was Ranger’s rejoinder. "We must see what can be done to get you one." "Thank you," replied Fellows, "but it need not be hurried over."