Smith had his vote of thanks from Colonel Dexter Baldwin in person late in the afternoon of the day following the summary eviction of the sham mine locators in the upper reservoir; presidential thanks for his prompt defense of the company's interests, and a warm outhanding of fatherly gratitude for the rescue at the unloading side-track. The vote was passed in Williams's sheet-iron office at the dam, the colonel having driven out to the camp for the express purpose; and the chief of construction himself was not present. "You've loaded us up with a tolerably heavy obligation, Smith--Corry's mother and me," was the way the colonel summed up in the personal field. "If you hadn't been on deck and strictly on the job at that railroad crossing yesterday morning----" "Don't mention it, Colonel," Smith broke in, protesting honestly as plain "John" where a "J. Montague" might have made self-gratulatory capital. "There is only one thing in this world more onerous than owing an obligation, and that is the feeling that you've got to live up to one. I did nothing more than any man would have done for any woman. You know it, and I know it. Let's leave it that way and forget it." The tall Missourian's laugh was entirely approbative. "I like that," he said. "It's a good, man-fashion way of looking at it. Corry wanted me to tell her what I was going to say to you, and I said I'd be hanged if I knew. I owe you one for making it easy. You know how I feel about it--how any father would feel; and that's enough." "Plenty," was the brief rejoinder. "But there's another chapter to it that neither of us can cross out; you'll have to come out to the ranch and let Corry's mother have a hack at you," Baldwin went on. "I couldn't figure you out of that if I should try. And now about those claim-jumpers: I suppose you didn't know any of them by name?" "No." "Corry says you gave them the time of their lives. By George, I wish I'd been there to see!" and the colonel slapped his leg and laughed. "Did they look like the real thing--sure-enough prospectors?" "They looked like a bunch of hired assassins," said Smith, with a grin. "It's some more of the interference, isn't it?" The colonel's square jaw settled into the fighting angle. "How much do you know about this business mix-up of ours, Smith?" he asked. "All that Williams could tell me in a little heart-to-heart talk we had the other day." "You agreed with him that there was a tolerably big nigger in the wood-pile, didn't you?" "I had already gathered that much from the camp gossip."