The quick, hot blood flamed into her cheeks, and in her eyes dawned a frank shyness as she gave him back his look.
"I don't care," she said at length; "he's fair dune oot." But Jack only nodded his head sagely while he whispered to her, "Happy boy, happy boy! Two mines in one night!" At which the red flamed up again and she fell to examining with greater diligence the seam of black running athwart the cave side.
In a few minutes they were mounted and away, Brown riding hard to bring the great news to the engineer's camp and recall the hunting parties; the rest to make the ranch, Marjorie in front in happy sparkling converse with Jack French, and Kalman, haggard and gloomy, bringing up the rear.

A new man was being brought to birth within him, and sore were the parturition pangs.

For one brief night she had been his; now back to her world, she was his no more.
It was quite two days before the shining sun and the eager air had licked up from earth the drifts of snow, and two days before Marjorie felt quite sure she was able to bear again the rigours of camp life, and two days before Aunt Janet woke up to the fact that that foreign young man was altogether too handsome to be riding from morning till night with her niece.

For Jack, meanwhile, was attending with assiduous courtesy the Aunt and receiving radiant looks of gratitude from the niece.

Two days of Heaven, when Kalman forgot all but that she was beside him; two days of hell when he remembered that he was but a poor foreign boy and she a great English lady.