"As soon as the rush to the creek is over I'll hire a gang of men to get out a lot of house logs.
I'll finish it in a week and be open for the stampede." "Do you think this will be a big town ?" she asked.
"Nobody can tell, but I'll take a chance.

If it proves to be a false alarm I'll move on--I've done it before." "You've been in a great many camps, I suppose." He said that he had, that for twenty years he had been on the frontier, and knew it from West Texas to the Circle.
"And are they all alike ?" "Very much.

The land lies different but the people are the same." "I've never known anything except this." She swept the points of the compass with her arm.

"And there is so much beyond that I want to know about--oh, I feel so ignorant! There is something now that perhaps you could tell me, you have travelled so much." "Let's have it," said he, smiling at her seriousness.
She hesitated, at a loss for words, finally blurting out what was in her mind.
"My father is a squaw-man, Mr.Stark, and I've been raised to think that such things are customary." "They are, in all new countries," he assured her.
"But how are they regarded when civilization comes along ?" "Well, they aren't regarded, as a rule.

Squaw-men are pretty shiftless, and people don't pay much attention to them.