"I will wake up at midnight, and then you can sleep," she said, and, taking off her moccasins, and
leggings, and long woolen stockings she arranged them upon sticks to dry and rolled up in the thick robe.
"Good night," called Brent, as she settled down.
"Good night, and may God keep you. You forgot that part," she corrected, gravely, "We used to say that at the Mission."
"Yes," answered Brent, "May God keep you. I did forget that part."
Suddenly the girl raised her head: "Do you believe we have known each other always?" she asked.
"Yes, girl," he answered, "I believe we have known each other since the beginning of time itself."
"Why did you come way over here to find gold? I have heard that there is much gold beyond the mountains to the westward."
It was upon Brent's tongue to say: "I came to find you," but, he restrained the impulse. "All the gold claims that are any good are taken up over there," he explained, "And I read in a book that a man gave me that there was gold here."
"What kind of a book was that? I never read a book about gold."