"It can't be done!" he said. "I've pledged my support—our support—to get the claim on its feet."
She grew calmer and colder.
"Wasn't the claim already on its feet. I heard it was paying well—that quite a lot of gold was seized when—when you and the others took the place."
His impatience and uneasiness increased.
"Oh, it was being worked—in a pickyune, primitive fashion. We're going at it right!"
The color came and went in her face. She felt that the man had employed her money, and could not repay it if he would. She pushed the point.
"Of course, you'll remember I gave you the money to assist my brother Glen. It was not to help secure or develop this other property. I much prefer not to invest my money this way. I shall have to request its return."
Bostwick was white.
"Look here, Beth, is this some maudlin sentiment over that brigand, Van Buren? Is that what you mean?"
She rose once more and confronted him angrily. It was not a mere girl, but a strong and resolute woman he was facing.