For myself, I know," he continued, with a backward glance towards a blanketed, covered pile in the corner of the cabin, "that I feel rather oppressed by--by its specific gravity, I calculate--and sort of crampy and twitchy in the legs, as if I ought to 'lite' out and do something, and yet it holds me here.

All the same, I doubt if anybody will come up--except from curiosity.

Our luck has made them rather sore down the hill, for all they're coming to the dinner to-morrow." "That's only human nature," said Demorest.
"But," said Barker eagerly, "what does it mean?
Why, only this afternoon, when I was passing the 'Old Kentuck' tunnel, where those Marshalls have been grubbing along for four years without making a single strike, I felt ashamed to look at them, and as they barely nodded to me I slinked by as if I had done them an injury.

I don't understand it." "It somehow does not seem to square with this 'gift of God' idea of yours, does it ?" said Stacy.

"But we'll open the door and give them a show." As he did so it seemed as if the night were their only guest, and had been waiting on the threshold to now enter bodily and pervade all things with its presence.