Chapter 18 No.18

It was a grinning Barry Houston who leaped from the train at Tabernacle a week later and ran open-armed through the snow toward the waiting Ba'tiste.

"You got my telegram?" He asked it almost breathlessly.

"Ah, oui! oui, oui, oui! Sacre, and you are the wizard!"

"Hardly that." They were climbing into the bobsled. "I just had enough sense t