“Yes, if I think it is the right thing to do.”
Bissell started back as though someone had struck him. Then he seemed to lose his strength and to shrivel up, consumed by the flame of his bitterness and disappointment. At the sight, the girl’s whole heart melted toward the unhappy man, and she longed to throw her arms around him and plead for forgiveness. But the same 148 strain that had made her father what he was, in his hard environment, was dominant in her, and she stood her ground.
For a minute Bissell looked at her out of dull, hurt eyes. Then he motioned toward the door.
“Go in,” he said gently; “I don’t want to see yuh.”
CHAPTER XIII
THE HEATHEN CHINEE
Hard-winter Sims, lying at full length on the grass, indulging in another of his frequent siestas, was rudely awakened by one of his herders.
“More sheep they come,” said the man.