Loseis’ sad heart looked up a little. He did care a little what became of her.
And then he spoiled it by adding: “No white man could!”
“We must find somebody to go with you,” he presently went on; “and then you can continue on outside with your father’s agent.”
“There is all the grub and store goods waiting to come in,” objected Loseis.
“That will have to be sold,” said Conacher. “The Company will buy it.”
“There are all my father’s horses across the river,” said Loseis; “many thousands of head. During the summer hay must be cut for them around the shores of our lake; or next winter they will starve.”
“But my dear girl,” said Conacher, “you cannot go on doing business here now that he is gone!”
“Why not?” demanded Loseis.
“Why . . . why . . .” stammered Conacher. “A woman trader! Why such a thing was never heard of!”
“Well, it will be heard of now,” said Loseis.