"It just crushes me, Helen, to think that these men are actually truer to Elijah than I have been."
"No, don't blame yourself too much. I know more now than I did when you and Uncle Sid held me up that day in the office, and—Oh, I cannot talk about it, Ralph! It is all unspeakably awful."
Helen turned abruptly away and joined Uncle Sid at the foot of the great derrick which was to swing the last stone into place.
Winston glanced quickly at her, but she was talking eagerly with Uncle Sid, her somber mood apparently quite gone. He turned inquiringly to the foreman, who nodded his head in reply.
"Come, Helen; they are ready for us." He took Helen by the arm to steady her, and together they started out over the foot-way on the crest of the dam, Helen a little in advance of Winston.
"Don't look down," he continued, "it may make you dizzy."
"Dizzy!" she repeated derisively, "why I could walk a slack rope. It's great! I don't wonder that you are an engineer."
"This is easy, doing things, when some one tells you what to do and what for."
"Thanks! You are original and independent. So am I." With reckless daring she freed her arm from Winston's detaining hand, and before he could prevent, she was skipping over the dizzy walk far ahead.
"Stop, Helen, stop! It's dangerous!" His voice was commanding.