Her magnetic eyes were suffused by a strange light, as though the eye itself had blushed; her full pulse showed itself more in the rounding outline of her cheek than in any deepening of color; indeed, if there was any heightening of tint, it was in her freckles, which fairly glistened like tiny spangles.

Her eyes were downcast, her shoulders slightly bent, but her voice was low and clear and thoughtful as ever.
"One o' the big pines above the _Madrono_ pit has blown over into the run," she said.

"It's choked up the water, and it's risin' fast.

Like ez not it's pourin' over into the pit by this time." The old man rose with a fretful cry.

"And why in blazes didn't you say so first ?" he screamed, catching up his axe and rushing to the door.
"Ye didn't give me a chance," said Flip, raising her eyes for the first time.