"What became of that bar?
The skin--eh?
That was worth something ?" "Yes," said Teresa quietly.

"Low exchanged it and got a ring for me from that trader Isaacs.

It was worth more, you bet.

And the ring didn't fit either--" "Yes," interrupted Dunn, with an almost childish eagerness.
"And I made him take it back, and get the value in money.

I hear that Isaacs sold it again and made another profit; but that's like those traders." The disingenuous candor of Teresa's manner was in exquisite contrast to Dunn.