I did a fool thing today.

Took a little gallop down the trail, and on my way back I met a girl sitting in her saddle with her face in her hands, crying her heart out.

Poor kid! She'd come up in a hunting party and got separated from the rest.
"So I got sympathetic--" "About the first time on record that you've been sympathetic with another girl, eh ?" "Shut up, Pierre! And I brought her in here--right into your cabin, without thinking what I was doing, and gave her a cup of coffee.

Of course it was a pretty greenhorn trick, but I guess no harm will come of it.

The girl thinks it's a prospector's cabin--which it was once.
She went on her way, happy, because I told her of the right trail to get back with her gang.