Nothing but blankness as concerned the plans of the Mountain Plains and Salt Lake Railroad.
Medaine he saw but seldom,--then only to avoid her as she strove to avoid him.

Houston's work was now in the hills and at the camp, doing exactly what the Blackburn mill was doing, storing up a reasonable supply of timber and sawing at what might or might not be the first consignment of ties for the fulfillment of the contract.

But day after day he realized that he was all but beaten.
His arm had healed now and returned to the strength that had existed before the fracture.

Far greater in strength, in fact, for Houston had taken his place in the woods side by side with the few lumberjacks whom he could afford to carry on his pay roll.

There, at least, he had right of way.