A light broke in on the Supervisor's brain. In the midst of his preoccupation as a forester he suddenly became the father. His eyes narrowed and his face darkened. "That's so. The old rip could make a whole lot of capital out of your being left in camp that way. At the same time I don't believe in dodging. The worst thing we could do would be to try to blind the trail. Was Tony here last night when you came?" "No, he was down the valley after his mail." His face darkened again. "That's another piece of bad luck, too. How much does the old woman know at present?" "Nothing at all." "Didn't she cross-examine you?" "Sure she did; but Wayland side-tracked her. Of course it only delays things. She'll know all about it sooner or later. She's great at putting two and two together. Two and two with her always make five." McFarlane mused. "Cliff will be plumb crazy if she gets his ear first." "I don't care anything about Cliff, daddy. I don't care what he thinks or does, if he will only let Wayland alone." "See here, daughter, you do seem to be terribly interested in this tourist." "He's the finest man I ever knew, father." He looked at her with tender, trusting glance. "He isn't your kind, daughter. He's a nice clean boy, but he's different. He don't belong in our world. He's only just stopping here. Don't forget that." "I'm not forgetting that, daddy. I know he's different, that's why I like him." After a pause she added: "Nobody could have been nicer all through these days than he has been. He was like a brother." McFarlane fixed a keen glance upon her. "Has he said anything to you? Did you come to an understanding?" Her eyes fell. "Not the way you mean, daddy; but I think he--likes me. But do you know who he is? He's the son of W. W. Norcross, that big Michigan lumberman." McFarlane started. "How do you know that?" "Mr. Moore asked him if he was any relation to W.W. Norcross, and he said, 'Yes, a son.' You should have seen how that Moore girl changed her tune the moment he admitted that. She'd been very free with him up to that time; but when she found out he was a rich man's son she became as quiet and innocent as a kitten. I hate her; she's a deceitful snip." "Well, now, daughter, that being the case, it's all the more certain that he don't belong to our world, and you mustn't fix your mind on keeping him here." "A girl can't help fixing her mind, daddy." "Or changing it." He smiled a little. "You used to like Cliff. You liked him well enough to promise to marry him." "I know I did; but I despise him now." "Poor Cliff! He isn't so much to blame after all. Any man is likely to flare out when he finds another fellow cutting in ahead of him. Why, here you are wanting to kill Siona Moore just for making up to your young tourist." "But that's different."