To Winston it was a tragedy, picturesque, heroic, the wild mountain setting furnishing a strange dignity.

Brown finally cleared his throat, preparing to speak, his great hand slowly rubbing his chin.
"I-I sorter w-w-wish them w-wimmen wan't y-yere," he stuttered, doubtfully.
The engineer glanced up in sudden astonishment.
"Women!" he exclaimed.

"Do you mean to say you have women with you ?" Hicks chuckled behind his beard.
"Shore we have thet--all ther comforts o' home.

Nice place fer a picnic, ain't it?
But I reckon as how them gals will have ter take pot-luck with the rest o' us.

Leastways, I don't see no chance now ter get shuck o' 'em.