It was completion, arrival at the goal,
so longed for and despaired of, and she turned her face against his
shoulder, her happiness too sacred even for his eyes. He did not
understand the action, thought her spirit languished and, pointing
outward, cried in his mounting gladness:
"Look--that's where our home will be."
She lifted her head and followed the directing finger. The old man
stood beside them also gazing down.
"It's a grand sight," he said. "But it's as yellow as the desert.
Must be almighty dry."
"There's plenty of water," said Courant. "Rivers come out of these
mountains and go down there into the plain. And they carry the gold,
the gold that's going to make us rich."
He pressed her shoulder with his encircling arm and she answered
dreamily:
"We are rich enough."
He thought she alluded to the Doctor's money that was hidden in the
wagon.
"But we'll be richer. We've got here before the rest of 'em. We're
the first comers and it's ours. You'll be queen here, Susan. I'll
make you one." His glance ranged over the splendid prospect, eager
with the man's desire to fight and win for his own.
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