I think we had better say nothing at all about--you and me--to any one." "But why ?" questioned the girl, stopping abruptly.

"They will know it, anyhow, when they see us.

I can't conceal it." "I am wiser in this than you are," the soldier insisted, "and we mustn't act like lovers; trust this to me." "Oh, I won't play that!" cried Necia, petulantly.

"If all this is going to end when we get to Lee's cabin, we'll stay right here forever." He was not sure of all the logic he advanced in convincing her, but she yielded finally, saying: "Well, I suppose you know best, and, anyhow, littles should always mind." They clung to the divide for several hours, then descended into the bed of a stream, which they followed until it joined a larger one a couple of miles below, and there, sheltered in a grove of whispering firs, they found Lee's cabin nestling in a narrow, forked valley.

Evidently the miner had selected a point on the main creek just below the confluence of the feeders as a place in which to prospect, and Burrell fell to wondering which one of these smaller streams supplied the run of gold.
"There's no one here," said Necia, gleefully.