so skinny a man as Ward. She compromised by
cutting four that seemed suitable and binding them together in couples.

When she went in with her makeshifts, Ward was sitting upon the side of
the bunk, clothed and in his right mind--but pitifully wobbly and
ashamed of his weakness.

"You shouldn't have tried to get up yet," she scolded. "Do you want to
be worse, so I'll have to cure you all over again?" Then, woman-like,
she proceeded to annul the effect by petting and sympathy.

It was while she was sitting in the one chair, padding the sticks
crudely enough but effectively, that Ward, gazing at her with the light
of love in his eyes, thought of something he had meant to tell her.

"Oh, by the way, I've got something for you, Wilhemina," he said. "Put
down that thing and come over here. I want to shave before I take a
try at walking, anyway. See here, lady-mine. How would you like these
strung on a gold chain?"

From under his pillow he drew out a tobacco sack and emptied the
contents into her palm. "Those are your Christmas present, Bill-Loo.
Like 'em?"

"Do I!" Billy Louise held up the biggest one and stared at it
round-eyed. "Gold nuggets! Where in the world--"

"That's what I'm going to tell you--now you're through being just pals.
Oh, I'd have told you, anyway, I reckon, only the play never came
right, after that first little squabble we had over it." He put an arm
around her, pulled her down beside him, and rubbed his bristly chin
over her hair. "That's the wolf joke, William. I did make a lot of
money wolfing--on the square. I dug out a den of pups and struck a
little pocket of pretty rich gravel. I've been busy panning it out all
the time I could spare, till the creek froze up."

"You found a gold mine?" Billy Louise gasped. "Why, whoever would have
thought--"

"Oh, I wouldn't call it a gold mine, exactly," he hastened to assure
her, before her imagination dazzled her. "There isn't enough of it.
It's just a pocket. I've cleaned up about eighteen hundred dollars,
this summer, besides these nuggets. Maybe more. And there's some left
yet. I found both ends of the streak; it lies along a ledge on the
side of a gully. I couldn't find anything except in that one streak of
gravel; and when that's gone she's done, as near as I can figure. But
it isn't all gone yet, lady mine. There's enough left to pay the
preacher, anyway. That big fellow I found along toward the last, just
before I q