"Don't bluff me!" snapped the Honorable Pulaski. "You were gossiping over a lot of his private business with that Ide girl--and bringing me into it, too. You can't fool me! Old Jeff back in the car heard it all. The young feller had a right to put in an oar to stop you, and he did it, and I'll back him in it." "Yes, and you went and introduced him to Miss Ide--that's some more of your backin'," said MacLeod, bitterly. "Just common politeness--just common politeness!" cried Britt, waving his cigar impatiently. "That girl hasn't said she'd marry you, has she? No! I knew she hadn't. Well, she's got a right to talk with nice young men that I introduce to her, and there's nothing to it to make a fuss over, MacLeod--only common politeness. You're making a fool of yourself, and setting the girl herself against you by acting jealous like that before the face and eyes of every one. That's enough time and talk wasted on girls. Now, quit it, and get your mind on your work. You understand that I won't have any more of this scrapping in my crew." With a blissful disregard of consistency, he gazed through smoke-clouds down at the men below, who were listlessly exchanging blows or rolling on the ground, locked in close embrace. MacLeod stood up, and tugged the collar of his wool jacket away from his throat. "I ain't much of a man to talk my business over with any one, Mr. Britt," he said. "But you are putting this thing on a business basis, and you don't have the right to do it. I ain't engaged to Nina Ide, and I 'ain't asked her to be engaged to me, for the time 'ain't come right yet. But there ain't nobody else in God's world goin' to have her but me. She ain't too good for me, even if her father is old Rod Ide. I'll have money some day myself. I've got some now. I can buy the clothes when I need 'em, if that's all that a girl likes. But it ain't all they like--not the kind of a girl like Nina Ide is. She knows a man when she sees him. She knows that I'm a man, square and straight, and one that loves her well enough to let her walk on him, and that's the kind of a man for a girl born and bred on the edge of the woods." He drew up his lithe, tall body, and snapped his head to one side with almost a click of the rigid neck. "Along comes that college dude," he snarled, "just thrown over by a city girl and lookin' for some one else to make love to, and he cuts in"--his voice broke--"you see what he done, Mr. Britt! He helped her off the train before I could get there. He put her on the stage, and rode away with her while you were makin' me handle the men. And he's ridin' with her now, damn him, and he's a-talkin' with her and laughin' at me behind my back!" He shook both fists at the road to Castonia settlement, winding over the hill, and there were tears on his cheeks.