It was a charming, frank letter, and he thrilled as he noted her trust in him.
Drummond went to work next morning and Thirlwell, allowing for some awkwardness at first, thought he would earn his pay, while a doubt he had felt about the prudence of engaging him was presently removed.

Going to the smith's shop one afternoon, he heard angry voices and stopped to see what was going on.

The smithy, which stood at the edge of the clearing round the mine, was a rude log shack without a door.

It was generally rather dark, but just then a ray of sunshine struck in and the charcoal fire on the hearth glowed a dull red.

The smith leaned on his hammer, watching Driscoll and Drummond, who confronted each other close by.
Driscoll was heavy and muscular, Drummond wiry and thin, but as they stood, highly strung, Thirlwell noted the athletic symmetry of both figures.