“It’s a grim country,” Foster said.  “But one gets fond of it.”

Alice put her hand in his.  “I think I shall love it; I’m not afraid, Jake.  There’s something in the clear air and sunshine that makes one brave.  Then it’s virgin country; waiting for you and the others to make good use of.”

Foster nodded.  “Something of a responsibility!  Our efforts are crude yet and the signs of our progress far from beautiful, but we’ll do better by and by.  Well, I’m glad you’re not daunted, though I don’t think I really feared that.”  He paused for a moment with a smile of deep content.  “To-day has banished my last anxiety; I’m a wonderfully lucky man!”

“Not altogether lucky, Jake, I think.  Character counts for more than fortune, and you really won success by the stubbornness you showed in the Border bogs.  It would have come sooner or later, if you hadn’t met Hulton.”

“I’m doubtful,” Foster answered.  “What I meant to win was you; but in a way, that’s wrong.  If you hadn’t given yourself to me, it would have been impossible.  Well, it has been a day of triumph, and now, if you are willing, we needn’t wait very long.”

Alice blushed and looked up with a shy smile.  “When you want me, Jake, I will be ready.”