Good night." Then she was gone.

Houston looked at Ba'tiste, but the old French-Canadian merely waved a big hand.
"Woman," he said airily, "peuff! She is strange.

Eet is nothing.

Eet will pass.

Now," as though the subject had been dismissed, "what mus' Ba'teese do ?" "At the mill?
I wish, if you don't mind, that you'd guard it for me.
I'm going to Denver on the morning train to hire a new crew.