'Mr. Smith,' said the girl coming to his rescue.
There was a moment's pause, and the next words John said were not at all what she expected.
'Take your hand out of the snow,' he commanded, 'and put it in under the buffalo robe; you have no idea how cold it is here, and your hand will be frozen in a moment.'
'Really,' said the girl, 'an employee must not talk to his employer in that tone! My hand is my own, is it not?'
'I hope it is,' said John, 'because I want to ask you for it.'
For answer Miss Edith Longworth placed her hand in his.
Actions speak louder than words. The sleigh was far in advance, and there were no witnesses on the white topped hills.
'Were you astonished?' she said, 'when I told you that I owned the mine?'
'Very much so indeed. Were you astonished when I told you I wished to own the owner of the mine?'
'Not in the slightest.'