"Men of his kind are also very hard to kill." Five minutes later he and the hired man hoisted Courthorne into the wagon and packed some hay about him, while, soon after the rattle of wheels sank into the silence of the prairie, the girl Maud Barrington had spoken to rejoined her companion.
"Could Courthorne have seen you coming in ?" he asked.
"Yes," said the girl, blushing.

"He did." "Then it can't be helped, and, after all, Courthorne wouldn't talk, even if he wasn't what he is," said the lad.

"You don't know why, and I'm not going to tell you, but it wouldn't become him." "You don't mean Maud Barrington ?" asked his companion.
"No," said the lad, with a laugh.

"Courthorne is not like me.

He has no sense.