Each labourer and each horse counts just that much more.

It's a great kindness on your part to suggest their use to me, and I'll stop on the way to camp to see your father." "He'll consent to your employing them," said she, confidently.

"Dad likes a man who puts up a good fight, and you're doing that.

A fight against great odds." Bryant's face lightened with a smile almost sunny.
"By heavens, it's comforting to have a friend like you," he exclaimed, "when one's in a tight place!" The waiter began to place her meal, and he turned his head to look out of the window while his mind recalled his talk with Ruth in the hotel parlour at Kennard.

Little comfort he had had from her then.