There were, she admitted, no benefits within her command that she would not gladly have thrust upon him; but, for all that, she would not have had him quietly acquiesce in them.

Perhaps she was singular in this, but her forebears had laid the foundations of a new land's future with ax and drill, clearing forest and breaking prairie with stubborn valor and toil incredible.

They had flung their wagon roads over thundering rivers and grappled with stubborn rock, and among them the soft-handed man who sought advancement through a woman's favor was, as a rule, regarded with quiet scorn.

She said nothing, however, and it was a few moments before Weston looked at her again.
"Anyway," he said, "I couldn't do what you suggest.

I am going back into the ranges with Grenfell to look for the mine." "Ah," said Ida, "you haven't given up that notion yet ?" The man smiled grimly.
"I am keener about it than ever.