“Nevertheless,” he said quietly, “I _will_ hope. I haven’t come across a
whole continent to—to give up now! I love you, Jeanne. I always have
loved you. I won’t lose you just because these creatures out here have
been making—gold-beasts of themselves!”
She was silent a moment. “Then,” she questioned softly, “it wasn’t true
that you came here for the gold-fields?”
“That was the truth,” he answered slowly, “but only a small part of it.
I came here for _you_! And just as soon as I make my strike, I’ll try
again—and keep on trying until I win or there’s not a chance left. But
until then, Jeanne, you will not be bothered about it any more. I give
you my word for that.”
There was a little awkward pause.
“The major is looking well,” he said, changing the subject with an
effort. “The air and the climate out here must have helped him a great
deal.”
“Papa was getting along wonderfully until gold was discovered.” Her
voice was troubled. “But since then the excitement and the—the fever
here have almost undone it all. It—it almost makes me cry to think of
it! It was so beautiful and peaceful here, Rand. Now they’re flocking
into the valley by thousands, all kinds of creatures, some of them
almost savages! They’re fighting and robbing and killing each other
every day. There is no control whatever. Crimes of every kind are
committed as if they were nothing! I’m afraid we’ll have to move again,
for papa’s sake!”
“But can’t something be done about it? Aren’t there any decent men here
at all?”
“There are lots of them,” she answered hopelessly, “but they are all
demoralized by the worse element. They have no leader, and they’re so
eager to get rich themselves they haven’t time to think about anything
like organizing. No one will accept the office of sheriff, or any other
office that would require them to take risks! You must be careful, Rand!
You did a dangerous thing in quarreling with Williams the very first day
you were here!”
“Williams!” he echoed. “Oh, you refer to that thin, sneering brute that
I had the pleasure of knocking down this afternoon. I’m not much worried
about him.”
The girl glanced at his clean-cut profile. It was evident that he was
not aware of what had happened that afternoon after he had taken his
departure from the “Silver Star.”
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