There must be a dance going on." "A dance?
Oh, let's go," cried Emma.
"Better listen to the voices of nature," answered Tom laughingly.

"A lumberjack dance is no place for a refined woman, or man either, for that matter.

Where to, Grace ?" "The general store.

I'll go in.

The girls had better stay on their horses, for I don't like the looks of things in Bisbee's." "Lumber-jacks are rough, but let them alone and they will let you alone," said Lieutenant Wingate.
Tom Gray said this might be true in theory, but that it was not always true in fact.
Pulling up before the general store, Grace dismounted and elbowed her way through a crowd of men, smilingly demanding "gangway," which was readily granted, though accompanied by quite personal remarks about her, to which, of course, the Overland girl gave not the slightest heed.
"Joe Shafto bought the supplies for you, Mrs.Gray," the owner of the store informed her after Grace had introduced herself and stated her mission.