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It was still early morning as they mounted and set off up the trail; but Moore's camp was astir, and as McFarlane turned in much against Berrie's will the lumberman and his daughter both came out to meet them. "Come in and have some breakfast," said Siona, with cordial inclusiveness, while her eyes met Wayland's glance with mocking glee. "Thank you," said McFarlane, "we can't stop.
McFarlane, eager to put Berrie's better part forward, explained: "She's our only child, Mr. Norcross, and as such has been a constant companion to her father. She's not all cow-hand. She's been to school, and she can cook and sew as well." He looked from one to the other. "Neither of you correspond exactly to my notions of a forester's wife and daughter." "Mrs.
He helped Norcross mount his horse, and as he put the lead rope into Berrie's hand, he said: with much feeling: "Good luck to you. I shall remember this night all the rest of my life." "I hate to be going to the rear," called Wayland, whose bare, bandaged head made him look like a wounded young officer. "But I guess it's better for me to lay off for a week or two and recover my tone."
He turned from the scene reluctantly; but once at the camp-fire cheerfully gave his best efforts to the work in hand, seconding Berrie's skill as best he could.
After coaxing him for a time with admirable gentleness, the Supervisor, at Berrie's suggestion, shifted part of the load to her own saddle-horse, and they went on. Wayland, though incapable of comment so great was the demand upon his lungs was not too tired to admire the power and resolution of the girl, who seemed not to suffer any special inconvenience from the rarefied air.
When he re-entered the cabin the Supervisor had returned from the camp, and something in his manner, as well as in Berrie's, revealed the fact that the situation had not improved. "They forced me into a corner," McFarlane said to Wayland, peevishly. "I lied out of one night; but they know that you were here last night.
Berrie's healthy appetite rose above her apprehension, and she ate with the keen enjoyment of a child, and her mother said, "It surely is a treat to get a chance at somebody else's cooking." "Don't you slander your home fare," warned Wayland. "It's as good as this, only different."
McFarlane met him at the hitching-bar, and it required but a glance for him to read in her face a troubled state of mind. "This has been a disastrous trip for Berrie," she said, after one of the hands had relieved the Supervisor of his horse. "In what way?" She was a bit impatient. "Mrs. Belden is filling the valley with the story of Berrie's stay in camp with Mr. Norcross."
Her hand was little and pointed, not fitted like Berrie's for tightening a cinch or wielding an ax, and as he said "Good-by," he added: "I hope I shall see you again soon," and at the moment he meant it. "We'll return to the Springs in a few days," she replied. "Come and see us.
Berrie's been brought up to take care of herself, and she's kept clear of criticism so far; but with Cliff on edge and this old rip snooping around " His mind suddenly changed. "Your being the son of a rich man won't help any. Why didn't you tell me who you were?" "I didn't think it necessary. What difference does it make? I have nothing to do with my father's business.
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