AT THE TWO DIAMOND As Ferguson rode through the pure sunshine of the morning his thoughts kept going back to the little cabin in the flat--"Bear Flat," she had called it.

Certain things troubled him--he, whose mind had been always untroubled--even through three months of idleness that had not been exactly attractive.
"She's cert'nly got nice eyes," he told himself confidentially, as he lingered slowly on his way; "an' she knows how to use them.

She sure made me seem some breathless.

An' no girl has ever done that.

An' her hair is like"-- he pondered long over this--"like--why, I reckon I didn't just ever see anything like it.