Yes, girls, I'm feelin' fine.

But strange--strange! Mebbe thet's my joy at seein' you safe--safe when I feared so thet damned greaser Beasley--" In Helen's grave gaze his face changed swiftly--and all the serried years of toil and battle and privation showed, with something that was not age, nor resignation, yet as tragic as both.
"Wal, never mind him--now," he added, slowly, and the warmer light returned to his face.

"Dale--come here." The hunter stepped closer.
"I reckon I owe you more 'n I can ever pay," said Auchincloss, with an arm around each niece.
"No, Al, you don't owe me anythin'," returned Dale, thoughtfully, as he looked away.
"A-huh!" grunted Al.

"You hear him, girls....

Now listen, you wild hunter.