Bob Hampton of Placer

"I expect it will go rather hard at first, Kid," he admitted craftily,

"but I think you might try it a while just to sort of please me."

"Who--who is she?" doubtfully.

"Mrs. Herndon, wife of the superintendent of the 'Golden Rule' mine";

and he waved his hand toward the distant houses. "They tell me she's a

mighty fine woman."

"Oh, they do? Then somebody's been stirring you up about me, have

they? I thought that was about the way of it. Somebody wants to

reform me, I reckon. Well, maybe I won't be reformed. Who was it,

Bob?"

"The Presbyterian Missionary," he confessed reluctantly, "a nervy

little chap named Wynkoop; he came in to see me last night while you

were asleep." He faced her open scorn unshrinkingly, his mind fully

decided, and clinging to one thought with all the tenacity of his

nature.

"A preacher!" her voice vibrant with derision, "a preacher! Well, of

all things, Bob Hampton! You led around by the nose in that way! Did

he want you to bring me to Sunday school? A preacher! And I suppose

the fellow expects to turn me over to one of his flock for religious

instruction. He'll have you studying theology inside of a year. A

preacher! Oh, Lord, and you agreed! Well, I won't go; so there!"

"As I understand the affair," Hampton continued, as she paused for

breath, "it was Lieutenant Brant who suggested the idea of his coming

to me. Brant knew Gillis, and remembered you, and realizing your

unpleasant situation, thought such an arrangement would be for your

benefit."

"Brant!" she burst forth in renewed anger; "he did, did he! The

putty-faced dandy! I used to see him at Bethune, and you can bet he

never bothered his head about me then. No, and he didn't even know me

out yonder, until after the sergeant spoke up. What business has that

fellow got planning what I shall do?"

Hampton made no attempt to answer. It was better to let her

indignation die out naturally, and so he asked a question. "What is

this Brant doing at Bethune? There is no cavalry stationed there."

She glanced up quickly, interested by the sudden change in his voice.

"I heard dad say he was kept there on some special detail. His

regiment is stationed at Fort Lincoln, somewhere farther north. He

used to come down and talk with dad evenings, because daddy saw service

in the Seventh when it was first organized after the war."