Douglas pushed his hair back from his forehead. If only she would not plead with him! She never had done that. He did not believe that he could stand out against it. "You mustn't think of going on alone, Jude," he said. "Then you come as far as Bowdins' with me and get rested up for your trip back." "I want you to come back with me," repeated Doug. "No!" said Judith. "I'm never going back to Lost Chief!" "Then come as far as the Mormon's. Get rested and get some clothes together and I'll take you out to Mountain City, and I'll loan you enough money to live on while you get a job, or I'll put you through college. Either you want. You've done a great stunt, Judith, crossing Black Devil in winter. But putting over a stunt isn't necessarily acting with judgment." "How could I act with judgment, under the circumstances?" demanded Judith. Douglas looked at her with passionate earnestness. "Judith," he said, "you must believe that I'm not criticizing you. I'm just trying to help you do the wise thing." "Why can't I go on across the Basin and get the A.B. railroad at Doty's?" asked Judith. Douglas looked down the terrible mountainside. "We aren't equipped for it, Jude." She drew a deep breath. "I don't want to go back where I have to breathe the same air he does." "Judith, what did he do?" Doug's lips were stiff and his eyes contracted as if with pain. "I didn't give him a chance to do anything. I don't want even to talk about it." Douglas sat silent for a moment; then he said huskily, "I'm ashamed of him." Suddenly Judith put her hands before her eyes and began to sob. Douglas groaned. He put his arms about her and presently she leaned against him and wept with complete abandonment. Finally she began to talk. "He's always worried me, a little--but I wasn't really afraid of him. I don't want to think about him--or talk about him--to anybody. Up till Saturday night he was just one of the hard things that heckled me--I didn't have anybody to go to. If I went to you, you'd want to--marry me. And--Inez--Inez has gone back on all the ideas she got me to believe. She's gone--and fallen in love--with Peter! She--she told me not long ago that she was going to do everything she could to make him marry her.--Just as soon as something touched her selfish interests she went to pieces.--I want to get away from Lost Chief!" Douglas patted her shoulder in silence. It was inexpressibly sweet to have her there. "A girl has a brain, as well as a man," she went on. "She doesn't want to be just a servant to a rough old rancher. She wants to live by her brain as well as he does. What's the use of a woman being fine if that's all her fineness comes to? You can say she hands it on to her children. But she don't. It's something she acquires and it's lost--in the scrubbing pail."