The Highgrader
whistled softly to himself while he arranged his fishing tackle. From his book he had selected three flies and was attac
of leather. Rolled-up sleeves showed knotted brown arms white to the wrists with flour. His eyes were hard
the dining-car," he boo
ore than a boy, perhaps twenty, a pleasant amiable youth with a weak chin and eyes that held no steel
ght, Crumbs?" the cook asked o
er-start in above the Narrows and
ng the Indian sign on them with a silver doctor and a Jock
ashed his hands in a tin pan resting on a stump. He was a slender young fellow wit
ck Scott myself af
bank grinned. "Now I've shown you lads ho
river," Colter promised, bringing to the table around which they were seating themselves a frying
men who had whipped for hours a turbid stream under an August sun. Their talk was strong and crisp, after the fashion of the mining West. It could not be pri
fishermen lolled on
ods above and drew up at the cabin, d
t?" He drew a match across his chaps
've told us what it i
the train-me lud and me lady, three young ladies that grade up A1, a Johnnie boy with an eyeglass, and another lad who looks like one man from the ground up. Al
wn like a book, St
es?" ask
ny fancy brands. I'll give you the A B C of it. The old parties are Lord James and Lady Jim Farquhar, leastways I heard one of the young ladies call her Lady Jim. The dude ha
change had come over that young man's fac
you're around, Steve," drawled Colter, in amiable deri
want to tell you lads that Miss Joyce Seldon is the prettiest skirt that ever hit this ne
d. Their mirth was h
ll us some more," th
n the laughter. He had been drawing on his waders and buckling on
o back and size up the eyes of the lady lord and
ble for no babe just out of the cradle," retorte
ed away but now turned. "No hurry
is plumb sore on this outfit. Seems that you lads raised ructions last night and broken his sweet
Crumbs with a smile. "You see, he's come of age most, Curly has. He'd ought
Verinder if he sees you. He's s
e," Crumbs said dryly. "Well, so-l
," they call
rumbs," comm
e acid," agreed
rd you lads call him anything but
eny-Jack Kilmeny. His folks used to live across the water. Maybe
don't
ome, the way I heard it. Bought a ranch out here and married. His family was high moguls in England-or, maybe, it
river. "You know so much about it, Curly, I'll not butt in wi
know. Jack's father and mine
ou to call
isin' miner. He knows what's what. That's why we call him Crum
You don't need a two-by-four to pound a jo