" He resolved that this
girl should learn nothing from him.
"There seem to be very few white women in this place," she said, after a
pause.
"Only one, till you people came. Maybe you've crossed her trail?"
"Hardly!"
"Oh, she's all right. Take it on the word of a fire-man, she's an ace."
"Mr. Emerson told me about her. He seems quite fond of her."
"I've always said they'd make a swell-looking pair."
"One can hardly blame her for trying to catch him."
"Oh, you can make book that she didn't start no love-making. She ain't the
kind to curl up in a man's ear and whisper. She don't have to. All she
needs to do is look natural; the men will fall like ripe persimmons."
"They have been together a great deal, I suppose."
"Every hour of the day, and the days are long," said Fraser, cheerfully.
"But he ain't crippled; be could have walked away if he'd wanted to. It's
a good thing he didn't, though, because she's done more to win this bet
for us than we've done ourselves."
"She's unusually pretty," the girl remarked, coldly.
"Yes, and she's just as bright as she is good-looking--but I don't care
for blondes." Fraser gazed admiringly at the brown hair before him, and
rolled his eyes eloquently. "I'm strong for brunettes, I am.
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