Besides, he's lame." Agatha glanced at the man, who came towards them, walking with a slight limp beside his horses as they hauled the log across the snow.

He had a sullen air and did not look up as he passed.
"He is not handsome," she agreed, and asked: "Where do the men live ?" "We have fixed up this lot in the packing shed; my regular hands leave me in winter," Farnam replied, indicating a wooden building at some distance from the house.

"However, we'll go home.

There are some accounts I must examine before I start for Montreal." They went on, and when after supper Mrs.Farnam grumbled at being left without a man in the house, Farnam took out an automatic pistol and explained how it was used.
"I don't know why I bought the thing, unless it was to satisfy Mabel," he said to Agatha.

"It's curious, but while she could handle mutinous pupils and bluff the managers, she quakes if a door rattles on a windy night.