"Oh, quite. This is a regular health resort."
"And you're not working too hard?"
"For a whole week I scarcely stirred from the stove," said he.
"I'm so glad. You had earned a rest. You don't seem worried about anything, either."
"Worried?" His intonation was that of surprise. Then he added, as if by after-thought, "Oh, no."
"How relieved I am! I feared you might be worrying your head off about difficulties—cold weather, the time limit set, perhaps money matters. I gained the impression somewhere that you might run short before you finished; I can't just say where I got it. From Imo, perhaps. Nothing definite, you know. But it's so nice to know that you're no longer anxious. That means you're sure you'll build the ditch. How much more is there to do?"
"You can see the north camp out of that window."
Ruth rose and went to the window indicated, where she stood surveying the men and teams at work beyond the camp and the stretch of sagebrush extending to the white specks of tents in the distance.
"That's all that's left to do, Lee?"
"That's all. Three miles."