“He’s up the bank cutting a new pole.”
“I see.”
He gave her another searching look, the meaning of which was clear to her. In the same mute but eloquent language she gave him to understand the chief fact—she was unhappy.
“To bring you here—to bring a cultured woman into a country like this——!”
Words failed him. He touched her hand softly.
“Where are you making for?”
“A creek down the river called ’Red Ruin.’ He has staked two claims there.”
“I’m making for Dawson for some gear. I’ll drop in and see you some day if I may?”
“Do. I should enjoy a talk with you.”