"Well, I had a good idea," he admitted deprecatingly, "although it's yet to be tested out. This is just a sample shipment----" "Yes, a sample shipment; and at two dollars a pound how much will it bring you in? Why, nothing, hardly; a mere bagatelle for a gentleman and a scholar like you; but what about me and poor Virginia, slaving around to cook your meals? What do we get for all our pains? Oh, I could kill you, you scoundrel! You knew it all the time, and yet you let me sell those shares!" She choked and Wiley shifted uneasily on the ore-pile, for of course he had done just that. To be sure he had urged her to sell them to his father for the sum of ten cents a share; but the mention of that fact, in her heated condition, would probably gain him nothing with the Widow. She was gasping for breath and, if nothing intervened, he was in for the scolding of his life. But it was all in the day's work and he glanced about for Virginia, to seek comfort from her smiling eyes. She would understand now why he had given her back her stock, and advised her from the start not to sell; but--he looked again, for her dark orbs were blazing and her lips were moving as with threats. "You knew it all the time!" screamed the Widow in a frenzy, but Wiley barely heard her. He heard her words, for they assaulted his ears in a series of screeching crescendos, but it was the unspoken message from the lips of Virginia that cut him to the quick. He had expected nothing else from the abusive Widow; but certainly, after all the kindnesses he had done her, he was entitled to something better from Virginia. Not only had he warned her to hold on to her stock, at a time when one word might ruin him; but he had bought it from Charley and then given it back, to show how he valued her friendship. And yet now, while the others were shouting with joy or rushing to stake out more claims, she stood by the Widow and with cruel, voiceless words added her burden to this paean of hate. And she looked just like her mother! "You shut up, you old cat!" he burst out fiercely, as the Widow rushed in to assault him. "Shut your mouth and get off my ground!" He drew back his palm to launch a swift blow and then his hand fell slack. "Well, holler then," he said, "what do I give a dam' whether you like the deal or not? You'd be yammering, just the same. But it's lucky for you you're a woman." CHAPTER XV THE GOD OF TEN PER CENT