"I ’low," said Eben, "you ain’t countin’ on takin’ up ord’nary land, yourself? You’re jest huntin’ fur a gold mine." "There’s nothing I would like better than to find and open up my lost prospect," answered Forrest, "but, if I could spare the time now, to-day, I should file on this section, right here in the heart of the red firs. It’s the best vacant piece I know of." "Do you mean," asked Alice, with awakened interest, "that you would homestead it, like any settler?" "Yes; and put a timber filing on the quarter adjoining to take in those fine old trees up the slope. It’s one of the best stretches of red fir in the whole Washington forest." "But," she said thoughtfully, "there is plenty of fine standing timber close to the Sound, where transportation to the lumber mills is easy; here it would be a tremendous problem." "True, and I shouldn’t think of spoiling this park for years. It’s just a good section to hold for the future. And, well, I’m fond of the place; I shall be sorry to know any other man has taken possession." "I see," she said after a moment, "I see. And of course you would secure the water power at the same time. And while you lived here you would be close at hand to carry on your prospecting, perhaps development." "Yes, that’s what I’ve wanted to do, but"—he shook his head and looked at her with his smile of the eyes,—"that position at the Freeport mills was too good to refuse; and if I do find my mine, it’s going to call for capital at the start. I can’t expect to interest other money until I am able to make some sort of a showing." He rose to his feet and stood looking off to a high shoulder of the hills. Then, presently, he and Eben were starting on their tramp, the day of search for the lost prospect. The sun fell in long shafts between the boughs and her glance followed him from light to shade. Martha also, standing a few steps away, looked in the same direction, her head bent a little forward, her knotted fingers shading her anxious eyes. "Ther ain’t many like him," she said at length, dropping her hand. "No," answered the teacher, absently, "no; walking or riding, it’s a pleasure to watch him. He is so strong, so self-reliant and yet so—kind; in every way he is the finest man I know. He stands alone." "I meant Eben," said Martha with her shadowy smile. She paused, watching the teacher’s face, for she flushed hotly to the ears. "He’s good-looking, an’ he’s got consider’ble grit when he gets started. He’s always a plannin’ an’ a studyin’, but he ain’t ever hed er show. Ef he hed, I don’t s’pose I’d ever a got him." "I’m sure," said Alice warmly, "Mr. Myers himself won a great prize. Why, you plow, sow, reap; you milk and drive the herds. You carry on the whole farm. He never could do without you." "He always ’lowed I was a good worker," and Martha turned to gather up the breakfast things.