Then with an energetic
step she came over and without preamble announced, "Mr. Brent, I don't
aim ter tarry hyar no longer then ther soonest time I kin git out.
Let's me an' you talk business."
Brent nodded. "Is it confidential? Do you want me to send this man
away?" he inquired, with a mischievous glance at the giant whose eyes,
save when they dropped before her own, remained fixed on the girl with
a devouring intentness.
Alexander shook her head. "What fer?" she demanded. "I reckon we
hain't got no need of whisperin' erbout our transactions."
She paused for an instant and went on. "Paw an' you measured up that
timber back yon, didn't ye? An' ye agreed on ther price too, didn't
ye?"
"We settled both points. I have a memorandum, but----"
"I knows what ye aims ter say," interrupted Alexander. "Ye means ter
name hit ter me thet them logs hain't all hyar because some of 'em
busted loose comin' through ther gorge. What I wanted ter ask ye is
thet you an' me should measure up thet raft now an' figger out what's
gone, so thet I kin tell paw----" She halted as abruptly as though a
blow on the mouth had broken off the utterance and a paroxysm of pain
crossed her face.
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