They seem piled on one another, peak on peak; and spur on spur, and among their hollows lie lonely lakes and frothing rivers almost without number, while valley and hill-slopes are usually shrouded in tremendous forest to the line where the dwindling pines meet the gleaming snow.

Weston was, of course, aware of this, and he felt, somewhat naturally, that it complicated the question.
Then Grenfell turned to him and his companion.
"I've made you my offer--a third-share each," he said.

"Are you coming ?" The track-grader shook his head.
"No," he replied, "I guess not.

I'm making good wages here.

So long as I can keep from riling Cassidy they're sure." Then he grinned at Weston.