But the buggy skirted the cabin, at last to bring into sight a snug, well-built, pretty little cottage which Houston knew, instinctively, to be the home of Medaine Robinette.
At the veranda, Ba'tiste pulled on the reins and alighted.
"Come," he ordered quietly.
"But--" "She have land, and she have a part of the lake and a flume site." Houston hung back.
"Isn't it a bad bet, Ba'tiste?
Have you talked to her ?" "No--I have not seen her since the day--at the flume.

She is here--Lost Wing is at the back of the cabin.

We will talk to her, you and I.

Mebbe, when the spring come, she will lease to you the lake and the flume site.

Mebbe--" "Very well." But Houston said it against his will.