"You won't marry him, Gertrude, and break my heart? Tell me you won't marry him." "No, I won't." "Tell me again." "Shall I tell you everything?" "If you have mercy for me as I have love for you." "I ran away from him to-night. He came out with the directors and telegraphed he would be at the Springs in the afternoon for his answer, and--I ran away. He has his answer long ago and I would not see him." "Brave girl!" "Oh, I wasn't brave, I was a dreadful coward. But I thought----" "What?" "--I could be brave, if I found as brave a man--as you." "Gertrude, if I kiss you I never can give you up. Do you understand what that means? I never in life or death can give you up, Gertrude, do you understand me?" She was crying on his shoulder. "Oh, yes, I understand," and he heard from her lips the maddening sweetness of his boy name. "I understand," she sobbed. "I don't care, Ab--if only--, you will be kind to me." It was only a moment later--her head had not yet escaped from his arm, for Glover found for the first time that it is one thing to get leave to kiss a lovely woman and wholly another to get the necessary action on the conscience-stricken creature--she had not yet, I say, escaped, when a locomotive whistle was borne from the storm faintly in on their ears. To her it meant nothing, but she felt him start. "What is it?" she whispered. "The ploughs!" "The ploughs?" "The snow-ploughs that followed us. Twenty minutes behind--twenty minutes between us and death, Gertrude, in that blizzard, think of it. That must mean we are to live." The solemn thought naturally suggested, to Glover at least, a resumption of the status quo, but as he was locating, in the dark, there came from behind the stove a mild cough. The effect on the construction engineer of the whole blizzard was to that cough as nothing. Inly raging he seated Gertrude--indeed, she sunk quite faintly into a chair, and starting for the stove Glover dragged from behind it Solomon Battershawl. "What are you doing here?" demanded Glover, savagely. "I'm night clerk, Mr. Glover--ow----" "Night clerk? Very well, Solomon," muttered Glover, grimly, "take this young lady to the warmest room in the house at once." "Every room's full, Mr. Glover. Trains were all tied up last night." "Then show her to my room." "Your room's occupied." "My room occupied, you villain? What do you mean? Throw out whoever's in it instantly." "Mr. Brock is in your room." Gertrude had come over to the stove. "Mr. Brock!" "My father!" "Yes, sir; yes, ma'am." Gertrude and Glover looked at one another. "Mr. Blood brought him up last night," said Solomon. "Where's Mr. Blood?" "He hasn't come up from the Wickiup. They said he was worried over a special from the Cat that was caught in the blizzard. Your laundry came in all right last night, Mr. Glover----" "Hang the laundry." "I paid for it."