Will keep at it till the last minute." "Supposed you would.

That's the lane there, isn't it ?" Next minute the big car had passed Lee's and was moving up the roadway between the rows of cottonwoods toward the house.

But Bryant did not at once start for camp.

His mind was busy with pictures--pictures of the two girls as he first had seen them at Perro Creek, and at their cabins afterward, and finally to-night: Imogene, weak and racked by a cough and huddling in a quilt beside her sheet-iron stove, and Ruth in her own cabin, standing in the lamplight in her pink party dress with round arms and throat showing through its filmy gauze, unconcerned and intent upon her own ends.
At last he glanced up at the impenetrable sky.

Something soft and wet had floated against his cheek.