"I want to watch the effect of this light on the hills," he announced

positively, "and I'm not hungry, and Jim ought to cool off before

coming out into the air, and Ben's shoulder ought to be taken care of.

Get along with ye!"

Bennington accompanied Jim to the meal very cheerfully. The facts as to

the latter's persecutions remained the same, but in some way they did

not hold the same proportions as heretofore. The mere item that Jim Fay

was Mary's brother, instead of her lover, made all the difference in

the world. He chattered in a lively fashion concerning the method of

work to be adopted. Suddenly he pulled himself up short.

"I think I must beg your pardon," he said. "I heard about it all from

Jim Leslie. I have been very green, and you were quite right. If you

still want to do so, let's go into this together as friends."

"No pardon coming to me," responded Fay heartily. "I've been a little

tough on you occasionally, that I'll admit, and if I've done too much,

I'm sure I beg your pardon. I saw you had the right stuff in you that

day when you stuck to the horse until you rode him, and I've always

liked you first-rate since then. And I wouldn't worry about this last

matter. You were green to the country, and were put down here without

definite instructions. You trusted Davidson, of course, and got fooled

in it; but then you just followed Bishop's lead in that. He'd been

trusting Davidson before you got here, and if he hadn't trusted him

right along, you can bet you'd have had your directions from A to Z. He

was as much to blame as you were, and you'll find that he knows it."

"I'm afraid you can't make me feel any better about that," objected

Bennington, shaking his head despondently.

"Well, you'll feel better after a time, and anyway there's no actual

harm done."

At this moment Bert Leslie entered.

"Bill's tickled to death," he announced. "She says she's coming up

first thing in the morning. She wanted to come right off and cook

supper, but I wouldn't let her. She couldn't very well stay here all

night, and it's pretty late now. What you got here? Pork? Coffee?

Murphies?"

He sat down and began to eat hungrily. Jim arose to relieve the

sentinel at the mouth of the shaft, at the same time advising de Laney

to go to bed as soon as possible.

"You're tired," he said, "and need rest. Wet that compress well with

Pond's Extract, and we'll dress it again in the morning."

In the kitchen he found the strange sombre woman sitting bolt upright

in silence, her arms folded rigidly across her flat bosom. She looked

straight in front of her, and rocked slowly to and fro on her chair.




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