"That's mighty good." He turned to the wagon side and called out to his wife.

"Come, Lizzie," he said, "get out, dear, and take a rest.

We'll have a bite to eat, and then we'll talk this all over." The woman to whom he spoke next appeared at the wagon front and was aided to the ground.

Tall, slender, black clad, with thin, pale face, she seemed even more unsuited than her husband to the prospect which lay before them.

She stood for a moment alone, looking about her at the land which had long been shut off from view by the wagon tent, then turned and went close to the man, upon whom she evidently relied for the solution of life's problems.