“I don’t know exactly, but it is composed of pure silica.” “What is silica used for?” “Silica is used in making glass, porcelain, grindstones, soaps, textiles, polishing-powders, and polishing-wheels.” “Is that all?” “No. One of its commonest uses is to harden steel.” She looked at him thoughtfully and made the peas pop faster and faster. “I think, but I’m not quite sure, that you were willing to make love to me to get yourself a steel hardener.” “Jean, you know better. I told you last night that you were harder than iron, but today you are hard enough to serve as a laboratory crucible to melt silica in. You have refused to marry me, and that’s all right. But you know I’m not trying to bribe you.” She looked him in the eyes, and then, because she was as honest as he, she recanted. “I beg your pardon. But one thing I’m sure of. You are willing to let them cut down the pines and blow all that beauty to smithereens. So if it comes to hardness, you are just as hard as I am. But there’s one thing you haven’t thought of at all.” “What’s that, dearest?” “Explosions.” “Well, for a wonder, I did think of them. That’s why I tore up the will. I thought that if he would sell his farm for four thousand, I would buy it and give it to my employer for the quarrymen.” “Oh, that was lovely of you, Mr. Mahan! You really are a dear fellow, and considerate, and thoughtful—but I’m awfully sorry to see you mixed up in business. In the first place, father’s poor little place is dearer to him than the best farm on earth. In the second place, you do just what your employer wants you to do. You are too obedient. You came up here to buy that island without knowing or caring what use would be made of it. What would you say of a man who did that?” “I’d say he’d been in the army.” “But the army is different. In the army you have to trust your colonel.” “It’s the same now.” “Then that settles it. You have sold your conscience, and it doesn’t seem to trouble you the least bit. I’ll go and get your six dollars—” “My six dollars?” “Yes, the balance of what you paid me.” “Do you mean I’m dismissed?” “I do think you had better go. I’m so sorry—” She flashed into the house and returned with the money. But he was gone already. Chapter 47. Silver That is to say, he had gone down to the boathouse and embarked in his skiff. He had no notion of leaving the north country, but was willing to pull up stakes and proceed a few miles up the river, where he would negotiate with Ojeeg for Keego. Since she had accused him of selling his conscience, it was about time she knew who employed him. In fact it was about time that Chase Mahan should get acquainted with his future daughter.