Slowly two weary men jogged down the rutty road to the narrow, winding highway which led through Kentucky Gulch and into town.

But they were happy with a new realization: that they were actively at work, that something had been accomplished by their labors, and progress made in spite of the machinations of malignant men, in spite of the malicious influences of the past and of the present, and in spite of the powers of Nature.
It was a new, a grateful life to Fairchild.

It gave him something else to think about than the ponderings upon the mysterious events which seemed to whirl, like a maelstrom, about him.

And more, it gave him little time to think at all, for that night he did not lie awake to stare about him in the darkness.

Muscles were aching in spite of their inherent strength.