"I'm sorry--but I can't do that." "Then, if the Grenfell goes under, you'd rather go back to the bush and chop trees for the ranchers or shovel on the railroads ?" Weston sat very still a moment, with his face awry.

Then he looked up resolutely.
"Yes," he said.

"I think that, by and by, Miss Stirling would be glad I did it.

She would not have her husband her father's pensioner.

After all," he added, "one meets with sudden changes of fortune in the west." Then Stirling suddenly stretched out his hand and laid it on his companion's shoulder.
"I've been twice warned by short-sighted women that my daughter might make an injudicious marriage, and on each occasion I pointed out that when she chose her husband she would choose just right," he said.