I think I hear the train coming in." She turned a moment as she went out of the saloon, and glanced back towards the table.

She could only see that Miss Townshead's head was bent lower over the paper than it had been, but she had a suspicion as to what the girl was feeling.

It was also partly, but not more than partly justified, for Nellie Townshead was writing mechanically just then, though now and then she drove the pencil somewhat viciously into the paper when the hasty words grew faster.

"Don't consider your recommendation workable.

We are sending you ore to test.