Come along. Glad ter see ye." "Are you Mr. Pollard?" His surprise not only marked the tones of his voice but the expression of his face. "No, jes' Ezry Pollard, that's all. Hope Mr. Slade's up and hearty?" Mr. Slade was never so "up and hearty" as was Oliver that next morning. Up with the sun he was, and hearty as a young buck out of a bed of mountain-moss.