I don’t know why he did not tell the little woman that he had lied to Ole and Joe and let it go at that.  But he seemed to dread having her discover that he had lied at all, and so he kept on lying about those three imaginary men.  Perhaps he had a chivalrous instinct that she would feel safer, more at ease, if she thought that others were somewhere near.  At any rate he did not tell her that his only partners were two burros and a mule.

I don’t know what the little woman’s opinion of Casey was, except that in the first enthusiasm of her gratitude to him she had called him a man and a gentleman.  She drove a bargain with him, as she supposed.  She would pay him so much more per day if he preferred to board himself, and having named the amount, Casey waited two minutes, as if he were meditating upon the matter, and then replied that it suited him all right.

Casey did not think much of her claims, though he did not tell her so.  In his opinion that tunnel should have been driven into the hill at a different point, where the indications of mineral were much stronger and the distance to the contact much less.  A light, varying vein had been followed at an incline, and Casey, working alone, was obliged to wheel every pound of dirt up a rather steep grade to the dump outside.  The rock was hard to work in, so that it took him a full half a day to put in four shots, and then he would be likely to find that they had “bootlegged.”  The tunnel also faced the south, from where the wind nearly always blew, so that the gas and smoke from his shots would hang in there sometimes for a full twenty-four hours, making it impossible for him to work.

The little woman seemed slightly surprised when Casey told her, at the end of the first week, to knock off three days on account of gas.  She and the little girl came to his camp next day and brought Casey a loaf of light bread and interrupted him in the act of shaving.  The little woman looked at the two burros and at the mule, measured the camp outfit with her keen gray eyes, looked at Casey who had nicked his chin, and became thoughtful.

After that she stopped calling him Mr. Ryan and addressed him as Casey Ryan instead, with a little teasing inflection in her voice.  Once Casey happened to mention Lund, and when he saw her look of surprise he explained that he drove a stage out of Lund, for awhile.

“Oh!  So you are that Casey Ryan!” she said.  “I might have known it.”  She laughed to herself, but she did not say why, and Casey was afraid to ask.  He could remember so many incidents in his past that he would not want the little woman to know about, and he was afraid that it might be one of them at which she was laughing.

She formed the habit of coming up to the tunnel every day, with Babe chattering along beside her, swinging herself on her mother’s hand.  At first she said whimsically that she had found it best to keep an eye on her miners, as if that explained her coming.  But she always had something good to eat or drink.  Once she brought a small bucket of hot chocolate, which Casey gulped down heroically and smacked his lips afterwards.  Casey hated chocolate, too, so I think you may take it for granted that by then he was a goner.