“Come in and report.”

“Thank you. I’d like to do so; and may I use your desk? I have a letter to write.”

“Make yourself at home. Take any desk you like. The men are all out on duty.”

“You’re very kind,” replied Wayland, gratefully. There was something reassuring in this greeting, and in the many signs of skill and scientific reading which the place displayed. It was like a bit of Washington in the midst of a careless, slovenly, lawless mountain town, and Norcross took his seat and wrote his letter with a sense of proprietorship.

“I’m getting up an enthusiasm for the Service just from hearing Alec Belden rave against it,” he said a few minutes later, as he looked up from his letter.

Nash grinned. “How did you like Meeker?”

“He’s a good man, but he has his peculiarities. Belden is your real enemy. He is blue with malignity—so are most of the cowmen I met up there. I wish I could do something for the Service. I’m a thoroughly up-to-date analytical chemist and a passable mining engineer, and my doctor says that for a year at least I must work in the open air. Is there anything in this Forest Service for a weakling like me?”

Nash considered. “The Supervisor might put you on as a temporary guard. I’ll speak to him if you like?”

“I wish you would. Tell him to forget the pay. I’m not in need of money, but I do require some incentive—something to do—something to give me direction. It bores me stiff to fish, and I’m sick of loafing. If McFarlane can employ me I shall be happy. The country is glorious, but I can’t live on scenery.”

“I think we can employ you, but you’ll have to go on as fire-guard or something like that for the first year. You see, the work is getting to be more and more technical each year. As a matter of fact”—here he lowered his voice a little—“McFarlane is one of the old guard, and will have to give way. He don’t know a thing about forestry, and is too old to learn. His girl knows more about it than he does. She helps him out on office work, too.”

Wayland wondered a little at the freedom of expression on the part of Nash; but said: “If he runs his office as he runs his ranch he surely is condemned to go.”

“There’s where the girl comes in. She keeps the boys in the office lined up and maintains things in pretty fair shape. She knows the old man is in danger of losing his job, and she’s doing her best to hold him to it. She’s like a son to him and he relies on her judgment when a close decision comes up. But it’s only a matter of time when he and all he represents must drift by. This is a big movement we’re mixed with.”

“I begin to feel that that’s why I’d like to take it up. It’s the only thing out here that interests me—and I’ve got to do something.