"And look at the river, yellow, yellow with gold! I can't work now, I
want to see it all--and feel it too," and she ran to the water's edge
where she sat down on a rock and gazed up and down the canon.
When the camp was ready Courant joined her. The rock was wide enough
for two and he sat beside her.
"So you like it, Missy?" he said, sending a side-long glance at her
flushed face.
"Like it!" though there was plenty of room she edged nearer to him,
"I'm wondering if it really is so beautiful or if I just think it so
after the trail."
"You'll be content to stay here with me till we've made our pile?"
She looked at him and nodded, then slipped her fingers between his and
whispered, though there was no one by to hear, "I'd be content to stay
anywhere with you."
He was growing accustomed to this sort of reply. Deprived of it he
would have noticed the omission, but it had of late become so common a
feature in the conversation he felt no necessity to answer in kind. He
glanced at the pine trunks about them and said:
"If the claim's good, we'll cut some of those and build a cabin.
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