At ten, the Porter trap stood in front of the hotel, and Harvey climbed into the trap and took the reins. As he started, a telegraph boy ran down the steps calling to him. Harvey took the yellow envelope and with a thought of Jim's errand he thrust it between his teeth, for the horses were prancing. Later he stuffed it into his pocket until he should reach the Porters'. The drive was exhilarating, and by the time he pulled up in the porte-cochere he had himself well in control. She did not keep him waiting, and they were soon whirling down the old river road. Katherine was in a bright mood. For a space they talked commonplaces. Harvey thought of the telegram, but dared not take his attention from the horses until they should run off a little spirit, so he let them go. “Isn't it splendid,” she said, drawing in the brisk air and looking at the broad stream on their right. “Do you know, I never see the river without thinking of the old days when this country was wild. It seems so odd to realize that Tonty and La Salle paddled up and down here. They may have camped where we are now. Sometimes in the evenings when we are on the river, I imagine I can see a line of canoes with strange, dark men in buckskin, and painted Indians, and solemn old monks, with Father Hennepin in the first canoe. So many curious old memories hover over this stream.” The horses were slowing. Harvey said abruptly,-- “Will you mind if I open a telegram?” “Certainly not.” She reached out and took the reins. Harvey opened the envelope with his thumb. He read the message twice, then lowered it to his knees with a puzzled expression. “Bad news?” asked Miss Porter. “I don't know. Read it if you like.” She handed back the reins and read the following:-- Mr. Harvey West: You are receiver M. & T. Come to Manchester at once. Weeks. “Well,” he said, “what do you think?” She slowly folded the paper and creased it between her fingers. “Can you make it?” she asked. Harvey looked at his watch. “Train goes at eleven. I've got thirteen minutes.” “Turn around. It's only three miles. We can do it.” Harvey pulled up and turned. Then he hesitated. “How about the team?” he said; “I can't take you home.” “Never mind that. Quick; you can't lose any time. I'll get the team back.” Harvey nodded and gripped the reins, and in a moment the bays were in their stride. Harvey's hands were full, and he made no effort to talk. Miss Porter alternately watched him and the horses. “They can do better than that. You'll have to slow up in town, you know.” And Harvey urged them on. As they neared the town, Harvey spoke. “Will you look at my watch?” She threw back his coat and tugged at the fob until the watch appeared. “Three minutes yet. We're all right.” But a blocked electric car delayed them, and they swung up to the platform just at train-time. Harvey gripped her hand:-- “Good-by. I shan't forget this.” But though her eyes danced, she only answered, “Please hurry!”