‘Papa,’ she cried, ’can’t you see, can’t you understand that this woman is determined to make a fool of you again?  Hasn’t she done it once already?  Oh, are you going to be just a little baby in her hands?’

Sanchia lowered her handkerchief for a swift glance at Helen and then at the other faces in the room.  The sternness on Howard’s and Carr’s faces did not greatly concern her, for she saw written across Longstreet’s countenance just about what she had counted on.  And Helen’s words had simply succeeded in drawing his indignation toward his daughter.  Hence, wisely, Sanchia was content to be silent for a spell.  Matters seemed to be going well enough left alone.

Helen had meant to run out of doors, to close her ears to this maddening discussion.  She felt that it was either that or deliberately slap Sanchia Murray’s face.  Now, however, she sat down again, deciding with a degree of acumen that Sanchia would prefer nothing to a tete-a-tete with Longstreet.

‘After all,’ said Helen more quietly and with a look which was hard as it flashed across Sanchia’s face to Howard’s and then on, ’threshing all this over is valueless.  Forgive her, father,’ she went on contemptuously, ’if either of you will feel better for it, and don’t detain her.  We are going back East in a few days, anyway.’

Howard stared at her wonderingly as Carr nodded his approval of the speech.  But Longstreet spoke with considerable emphasis.

’Aren’t you rather premature in your announcement, my dear?  I am not going back East at all.’

There might have been no discussion of the matter had he ended there.  But seeing the various expressions called by his words to the faces about the table, he added the challenge: 

’Why should I go?  Haven’t I already demonstrated that I know what I am doing?  Isn’t this the place for me?’

Helen answered him first and energetically.  He should go, she cried hotly, because he had demonstrated nothing at all save that he was a lamb in a den of wolves.  He was a university man and not a mountaineer or desert Indian; he knew books and he did not know men; it was his duty to himself and to his daughter to return home.  The girl’s colour deepened and grew hot with her rapid speech, and Sanchia, sitting back, watching and listening, lost never a word.  Before Longstreet could shape a reply John Carr added his voice to Helen’s plea.  He said all that he had said once before to-day; he elaborated his argument, which to him appeared unanswerable.  When he had done, always speaking quietly, he turned to Howard.

‘Don’t you think I am right, Al?’ he asked.

‘No!’ replied Howard emphatically.  ’I don’t.  Mr. Longstreet does know his business.  He has located one mine in this short time.  It was not chance; it was science.  There is more gold left in these hills.  Give him time and a free swing, and he’ll find it.’