The veins swelled on his forehead, and there was a smouldering fire in his eyes, while the girl suspected he was alluding to some especial member of the class, and noticed that his eye seemed to follow the smoke of the Tyee. Then he laughed.
"I guess I'm talking nonsense again, but there's a little behind it, and I feel that you can pick it out," he said. "Now I'm not good at amusing women, but you and Mrs. Jimmy seem to understand me."
"Who is Mrs. Jimmy, and does her husband belong to Somasco?" asked the girl, with a smile.
Alton laid down the paddle, and took off his hat. "Jimmy," he said solemnly, "is dead. He was my partner, and his wife is a friend of mine. She was in some ways very like you."
"They had a ranch up here?" said Miss Deringham languidly.
"No," said Alton. "It wasn't often they had ten dollars. She was a lady bar-keep down in Vancouver before she married Jimmy. He was a trail-chopper in this country. I don't know what he was in the old one."
"And," said Miss Deringham, "Mrs. Jimmy resembles me?"
She regretted it next moment when she saw Alton's face. It expressed subdued surprise, and the girl felt irritated with herself.
"Yes," he said gravely. "Human nature's much the same at the bottom, whether it has gold on the top of it or the dints of the hammer, and Mrs. Jimmy was good all through."
"That," said Miss Deringham, "is distinctly pretty."