o be making the sash. I've done my
share of that sort of thing in building the cabin for you, and
then--young man--I'll set you to digging out the gold. That's work
that'll put the worth of your body to the test, and the day will come
when you'll need it."

"I doubt my ever having much need of gold, but whatever you set me at
I'll do to the best of my ability."

"You may have your doubts, but I have none. Men are like bees; they
must ever be laying by something, even if they have no use for it." As
Larry talked he continued to sort over his purchases, and Harry looked
on, astounded at their variety and number.

While apparently oblivious of the younger man's interest, and absorbed
in his occupation, whistling, and turning the bundles over in his
hands as he tallied them off, he now and then shot a keen glance in
his companion's face. He had noticed the change in Harry, and was
alert to learn the cause. He found him more talkative, more eager and
awake. He suspected Harry had passed through some mental crisis, but
of what nature he was at a loss to determine. Certainly it had made
him a more agreeable companion than the gloom of his former manner.

"I'll dig for the gold, indeed I will, but I'd like to go on a hunt
now and then. I'd like a shot at the beast we saw sniffing over the
spot where I sat all night waiting for you to appear. It will no
longer be safe for Amalia to wander about alone as she did before she
hurt her ankle."

"The creature was after sheep. He'll find his prey growing scarcer now
that the railroad is so near. In ten years or less these mountain
sheep will be extinct. That's the result of civilization, my boy."

"I'd like to shoot this panther, though."

"We'll have to set a bait for him--and that means a deer or a sheep
must go. We'll do it soon, too."

"You've reconciled Madam Manovska to your coming home without her
husband! I didn't think it possible. Give me a lesson in diplomacy,
will you?"

"Wait till I light my pipe. Now. First, you must know there are several
kinds of lying, and you must learn which kinds are permissible--and
otherwise." With his pipe between his teeth, Larry stood, a mock
gravity about his mouth, and a humorous twinkle in his eyes, while he
looked down on Harry, and told off the lies on his fingers.

"First, there's the fool's lie--you'll know it because there's no
purpose in it, and there's the rogue's lie,--and as we're neither
fools nor rogues we'll class th