I'm kind o' tired of these mining towns; I believe I'd like to live on a ranch, with you to superintend it." His face darkened again, and she hastened to say, "The cattle business is going to boom again soon.

They're all dropping out of it fast, but _now_ is the time to get in and buy." The beer came and interrupted her.

"Here's to good luck," she said.

They drank, and as she daintily touched her lips with her handkerchief she lifted her eyes to him again--strange eyes with lovely green and yellow and pink lights in them not unlike some semi-precious stones.
"You don't like me," she said.

"Why won't you let me help you ?" "You want a square-toed answer ?" he asked grimly, looking her steadily in the eyes.
She paled a little.