be!

"It was just a couple of campers who travelled down by wagon,"
explained the diva. "Only one of them came up to the house. Their
camp is by the springs, a half mile or so down the east side. He told
me they had no music at Heart's Desire."

In the heart of Constance Ellsworth there went on jealous questionings.
Who was this man from Heart's Desire, who had come a hundred miles to
hear a bit of music? What other could it be than one? And as to this
opera singer, surely she was beautiful, she had charm. So then--

Constance excused herself and returned to her room. She did not even
descend to say farewell to Donatelli and her bedraggled company, who
steamed away from Sky Top slopes in the little train whose whistlings
came back triumphantly. She admitted herself guilty of ignoble joy
that this woman--a singer, an artist, a beautiful and dangerous woman
as she felt sure--was now gone out of her presence, as indeed she was
gone out of her life. But as to this man from Heart's Desire, how came
it that he was not here at the hotel, near to his operatic divinity?
Why did he not appear to say farewell?

Ellsworth and Barkley betook themselves to the gallery after breakfast,
and paced up and down, each with his cigar. "I ordered our head
engineer, Grayson, to meet us," said Ellsworth, "and he ought to be
camped not far away. I told him not to crowd the location so that
those Heart's Desire folks would get wind of our plans. For that
matter, we don't want to take those men for granted, either. Somehow,
Barkley, I believe we've got trouble ahead."

"Nonsense!" said Barkley. "The whole thing's so easy I'm almost
ashamed of it."

"That last isn't usually the case with the Hon. Porter Barkley,"
Ellsworth observed grimly.

Barkley laughed a strong, unctuous laugh. He was a sturdy, thick-set
man, florid, confident, masterful, with projecting eyebrows and a chin
now beginning its first threat of doubling. Well known in Eastern
corporation life as a good handler of difficult situations, Ellsworth
valued his aid; nor could he disabuse himself of the belief that there
would be need of it.

"If I don't put it through, Ellsworth," reiterated Barkley, biting a
new cigar, "I'll eat the whole town without sugar. If I failed, I'd be
losing more than you know about." He turned a half glance in
Ellsworth's way, to see whether his covert thought was caught by the
suspicion of the other. The older man turned upon h