Let me help you up." When he had cleaned the last clods from the ditch, he set off with tripod and shovel on shoulder to walk with her to the cabins, while Dave followed with Dick.

At the houses Bryant cast an appraising look at the scanty heap of chopped wood and wound up his visit by seizing the axe and attacking the store of dry poles hauled from the canon by the man who had built the cabins.
"There, that will keep you going for awhile," he stated, when he had produced a large pile of sticks.

"I don't believe you're strong enough to handle an axe, Miss Martin; and it would grieve me deeply to learn you had removed a toe in the attempt.

Really, this homesteading game isn't for women and girls." "Oh, we've made out fairly well." "Your spirit is admirable, but I can't say as much for your judgment in the matter," he returned, good-naturedly.

"Still, we all go hunting trouble in our own individual fashion; if not in one way, why, then in another." It was after five o'clock when Lee Bryant and Dave, once more leading the loaded horse, took their departure and followed Sarita Creek down to the mesa trail.