Bob, stopping on the veranda steps, saw the mounted mail-carrier pull down the fence rails across the clearing.
“Since I started in the morning, something or another has held me up and now I must wait for the letters!” he remarked.
Helen said nothing. Bob was tired and moody. The sawmill he had bought did not run properly and he did not make much progress at the dam. Then she knew he was bothered because Duff did not return, and since it implied that he did not trust Maxwell, his uneasiness hurt. In fact, when he not long since stated he had called Maxwell to the ranch she resolved to go back with her brother for a holiday.
In the meantime she looked about. Some distance from the clearing, a belt of ashes, dotted by half-burned log piles, marked the end of the town site. Behind the burn
