The Indians, of course, had to be relieved now and then, and my father and the packer took turns with them." She looked at the major with a smile.
"When it was especially steep, I preferred an Indian and the packer.
Once, you know, you dropped me; but nothing seemed to disconcert that young man.

He must have been horribly worn out, for he had been up twice, but he was so steady and reassuringly quiet.

I suppose a man of his kind would appreciate twenty dollars.

He really deserves it." Ida frowned, and remembered the trail of blood on the white stones when the packer had started.

Kinnaird made a little abrupt movement.
"I'm afraid that I was forgetting all about the man in my relief at getting you safely down," he said.