He said nothing for a minute, and then turned to the teamster.
"Wherever did you get cigars of that kind from?
They are far better than any I could find in Winnipeg," he said.
Miss Deringham noticed the man's eyes close a trifle, and fancied that very little would call the steely sparkle she had seen when the pack-ponies blocked the trail into them.
"Well," he said quietly, "a friend of mine sent them me, and I believe they came from Cuba.

We don't raise cigars of any kind in British Columbia." Miss Deringham saw her father's face, and felt quietly amused.

He could, she knew, assume a manner which went far to carry him smoothly through discontented share-holders' meetings, but it seemed that the men who dwelt in the wilderness were at least as exigent as those who dwelt in London.

Deringham, however, glanced at the speaker.
"The least said is often the soonest mended, but if you think----" he said.
The teamster laughed.

"It should come from me, but the fact is I was worrying about that wagon and forgot," he said.