"What about your own work, Father Kenneth? I have heard in Massachusetts that you are a great force for public good throughout this region. But tell me of the mines."
"I invested much of my fortune here," said Kenneth, giving a broad outward sweep of his arm. "Some of the mines are paying large dividends. My fortune has more than doubled. But Arizona has been unfortunate in being infested with dishonest promoters. I am trying to bring about legislation that will protect people from this wholesale robbery."
"I suspect you enjoy the fight," laughed the youth.
"It has created bitter enemies," said Kenneth, gravely.
So talking, they again sought the house, and found Esther and Carla on the veranda. The latter sat where Wathemah could see her delicate profile as she bent over some sewing. Quiet happiness and content had transformed her into a lovely woman.
"How beautiful you are, Carla!" said Wathemah, admiringly.
He enjoyed her confusion.
"Do you remember the day I played truant, Carla, and you found me in the canyon, and made me ashamed of myself?"
Did she?
He did not notice the shadow over the winsome face.