"I'm mighty glad you come home, gal," said the old man, "an' that
ye air goin' to put an end to all this spendin' o' so much money.
Jack says you got some money left, but I don't understand it. He
says he made a 'investment' fer ye and tribbled the money. I haint
never axed him no questions. Hit was betwixt you an' him, an'
'twant none o' my business long as you an' him air goin' to marry.
He said you was goin' to marry this summer an' I wish you'd git
tied up right away whilst I'm livin', fer I don't know when a
Winchester might take me off an' I'd die a sight easier if I
knowed you was tied up with a good man like him."
"Yes, Dad," was all she said, for she had not the heart to tell
him the truth, and she knew that Hale never would until the last
moment he must, when he learned that she had failed.
Half an hour later, she could see the stone chimney of the little
cabin in Lonesome Cove. A little farther down several spirals of
smoke were visible--rising from unseen houses which were more
miners' shacks, her father said, that Hale had put up while she
was gone. The water of the creek was jet black now.
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