She was a queer girl, he told himself; but then, so far as he had discovered, all women were queer; the only difference being that some women were more so than others.
He sat down on the bunk where she had lain, and speedily forgot the girl and the incident in facing the problem of that foremanship.

He could not get away from the conviction that he was not to be trusted.

He did not trust himself, and there was no reason why any man who knew him at all should trust him.

Ches Mason was a good fellow; he meant well, Ford decided, but he simply did not realize what he was up against.

He meant, therefore, to enlighten him further, and go his way.