The evening was dark and rain fell. The street was uneven, the rocking car plunged into holes and water splashed about the wheels. The driver frankly swore. To steer a big automobile over the trail from the landing was a strenuous job and he was tired.
Helen, balancing against the jolts, looked about with keen curiosity and some pride. The settlement was not the settlement she had left. The stumps were gone and rows of wooden houses bordered Main Street. She admitted that the buildings the headlamps picked out were not beautiful, but behind the shiplap walls domestic fires burned. Where Bob’s steers had wandered in the bush, men and women lived. Then, although the road to the landing was not good, to make a road over which an automobile could travel was something of an exploit.
It was as
