"You mean the one I dropped?" she asked, innocently.
"It was a week later that we found gold, Eve, and I named the mine for you. I worked hard that year, and—well, I'll be honest; I didn't forget you; you were always a sort of vision of loveliness in my memory; but—there was so much to do—and—"
"And you changed your mind. I see. And you never thought of poor me, waiting for you all these years!"
"I guess you forgot me quick enough," said Wade, ruefully. "When that other fellow came along, I mean."
"Stupid!" she whispered. "That was you."
"Me?"
"Yes, the you I met out there on the mountain, the you that made love to me and set my silly little girl's heart a-fluttering. Don't you think now it was wicked of you? Why, Wade—oh!"
"That's my name," he laughed.
"It's a funny name, isn't it?" she murmured, shyly.
"I suppose it is."