"An' not have found the gold, either."
"Why, did you hear about the discovery?" Reynolds eagerly asked.
"Sure. I heard all about it, an' how ye staked a claim fer yer old pardner, Frontier Samson. It was sartinly kind of ye to think of me."
"But I didn't stake any claim for you," Reynolds confessed, while his face crimsoned.
"Ye didn't, eh? An' we was pardners, too! Wall, that's queer."
"Oh, I am sorry," the young man acknowledged. "But I staked two claims, so you shall have one of them. How will that do?"
"No, thank ye. I've got enough to do me, I guess, to the end of me tether. An', besides, mebbe you'll need a hull gold mine to keep a-goin' by the looks of things. Women need a lot these days." His eyes twinkled as he turned them upon Glen's face, and noted that she was blushing, f
