“I’ve one hundred and fifty head of stock, and a thousand odd dollars,” he said deliberately. “I’m going to make a fresh start.”
He laughed, and somehow his laugh hurt the woman. She understood.
“Don’t laugh like that, Jim,” she said gently. “It’s––it’s not like you.”
“I’m sorry, Eve,” he replied in swift contrition. “But––but it’s not much, is it?”
“I seem to fancy it’s quite a deal.” The girl’s face wore a delightful smile. “Where are you thinking of?”
“We’ve just come over to say that we, too, are going to hit the trail.”
“Canada. Edmonton. It’s a longish piece off, but it’s good land––and cheap.”