Carr staked out his horse before he came to her.  Then he sat down on a box near the doorstep and studied her gravely before he spoke.  Helen smiled.

‘You are thinking unpleasant things about some one,’ she stated quickly.  ’Has the world turned into a terribly serious place all of a sudden?’

There was little levity in Carr’s make-up at any time; just now his speech was as sober as his look.

‘I am thinking about you and your father, to begin with,’ he replied gravely.  ‘I have been over yonder all day.’  He swept out an impatient arm toward Dry Gulch.  ’They call it Sanchia’s Town.  And it is a town already.  I saw Nate Kemble there; he’s the big man of the Quigley Mines, and you see how long it has taken him to get on the spot.  Your father evidently made no mistake in his location.  There’s gold there, all right!’

Helen waited expectantly for him to go on.  For certainly the fact that her father had been able to find gold was no cause for Carr’s frowning eyes.

‘My blood has been boiling all day,’ Carr blurted out angrily.  ’Longstreet should be a rich man to-day and he has gained nothing.  I saw Nate Kemble pay one man ten thousand dollars for his claim; Kemble wouldn’t pay that if the thing were not worth a great deal more.  Kemble doesn’t make many mistakes.  Your father stumbled on to the place and then he couldn’t hold it.  When do you think he will make another discovery?  And, if his lucky star should lead him aright again, is he the man to cash in on his luck?  Don’t you see, Helen, that James Edward Longstreet in this man’s land is a fish out of water?’

‘I understand what you mean,’ Helen nodded slowly.  Again her look wandered through the fields stretching out far below.  ’And you are right.  I didn’t want papa to come in the first place; now, as you say, he is only wasting time.’  She smiled a little tenderly.  ’He is just a dear old babe in the woods,’ she concluded softly.

Carr’s approval of her mounted swiftly to admiration.  They lowered their voices and spoke at length of the professor and of what should be done for him.  They agreed perfectly that, while he was an unusually fine technical man and an able instructor in matters of geological theorizing, he was not the man to wander with a prospector’s pick across these rugged lands.

‘Even grant the extremely unlikely,’ concluded Carr hastily as they heard the subject of their discussion moving about in the cabin, ’and admit that he may chance upon a second strike.  What then?  Why, Sanchia and Devine and Courtot and a crowd of hangers-on have their eyes on him.  They’d oust him again with not the shadow of a doubt or a second’s hesitation.’

Helen nodded and they went in together.