suspicious dampness to be discerned 

 upon his locks, and flung chips to 

 Undine, who rejoiced audibly while 

 bringing them to shore. Undine 

 was a black mongrel, a drifter in the 

 high country, like ourselves. She 

 had served many masters, cattle- 

 men, even sheepmen, but the only 

 law she permanently obeyed was 

 that of the wild. She had attached 

 herself to our cavalcade under cir- 

 cumstances unexpected as they were 

 praiseworthy. But first it seems 

 best to record that my "Yes" 

 accompanied as it was by a variety 

 of exclamation and interrogation 

 points, caused Nimrod to say with 

 a trace of haste in his manner: 



"Look at Silverton " 



And I did look at Silverton playing 

 tag in the water with Undine, whose 

 tail must have fairly loosened at 

 the joints with joy. 



Silverton was good to look at, 

 six feet two; he was equally good 

 to be with. He is dead now, poor 

 chap, so I can say all the nice things 

 about him that occur to me. Lou 

 Silverton was the mountain type in 

 its highest expression, a big man 



