"Oh, I reckon," said Mac. And Quin went across the road to Shack-Town and came to Wong's. The old man saluted him gravely. "You're all right," said Quin. What more could any man say? He heard a cry inside the shack, and Sam came out with the papoose in his arms. "Oh, Mista Quin, my heap glad you not dead, my heap glad!" "You damn fool," said Quin with a smile. He went in and found Jenny. "Tchorch!" she said. "Jenny, my girl!" He held her in his arms and she laid her head upon his heart. "Tchorch!" she murmured. "Oh, but you've had a time," said George. "I jhoost want Tchorch," said Jenny. THE END _Printed at The Chapel River Press, Kingston, Surrey._