Besides this, there were two or three cheap folding chairs.
The door and window were open, although the mosquitoes were numerous, and the roar of the Shadow River and a smell of wood smoke came in.

When he looked out, Thirlwell could see the ragged tops of the stunted pines cut against a pale-green glow.

By and by Scott knocked out his pipe and stretched his legs.

There was another partner, but he only visited the mine at intervals and had left it while Thirlwell was away.
"Brinsmead has gone to Nevada and probably won't come back," Scott remarked.

"He has a plausible manner, but seems to have done no better in New York than you did in Montreal; it looks as if machinery agents are very shy about giving credit to the owners of half-developed mines.
Anyhow, when he heard of a field for his talents in a Western town he didn't hesitate.