"One gets away from all restrictions," he answered, slowly, "but I do not know that it is grand."
"But you live out there; you work for your living, and you work hard."
"Yes."
"It must be glorious! I wish I could go there."
"God forbid!" he cried.
"Why? I have grit—that's what you call it, isn't it?"
He smiled. "I don't doubt it, Miss Blakiston; but you have also a conscience. A conscience is inconvenient without settled laws to back it up."
"But right is right everywhere," she expostulated.
"Right there is in the possession of a good revolver and a quick eye."