She had once seen the track-graders trooping back, wet to the skin, worn out, and clogged with soil to the knees, to the reeking shanty which was filled with the foul steam of drying clothes.

As the result of it all, Weston had, perhaps, saved less money than she often spent on one gown.

She felt very compassionate toward him, and he was troubled by the softness in her eyes.

He felt that if he watched her too closely he might lose his head.
"I tried to study a few works on trigonometry and surveying during the winter, but it was a little difficult," he said.

"For one thing, if you sat near the stove in the logging shack the light was dim, and you couldn't very well read anywhere else in the frost we had.