d.

"I know I could,--if the occasion demanded. I am not one to let what I
might deem life-happiness slip from me without a struggle. That"
(judicially) "occurs only in books and among sentimentalists. As my
father always says, I belong to the strugglers and fighters. That
which appeared to me great and sacred, that would I battle for, though
I brought heaven tumbling about my ears."

"You have made me very happy, Vance," she said at parting by the
Barracks gates. "And things shall go along in the same old way. And
mind, not a bit less of you than formerly; but, rather, much more."

But Corliss, after several perfunctory visits, forgot the way which led
to Jacob Welse's home, and applied himself savagely to his work. He
even had the hypocrisy, at times, to felicitate himself upon his
escape, and to draw bleak fireside pictures of the dismal future which
would have been had he and Frona incompatibly mated. But this was only
at times. As a rule, the thought of her made him hungry, in a way akin
to physical hunger; and the one thing he found to overcome it was hard
work and plenty of it. But even then, what of trail and creek, and
camp and survey, he could only get away from her in his waking hours.
In his sleep he was ignobly conquered, and Del Bishop, who was with him
much, studied his restlessness and gave a ready ear to his mumbled
words.

The pocket-miner put two and two together, and made a correct induction
from the different little things which came under his notice. But this
did not require any great astuteness. The simple fact that he no
longer called on Frona was sufficient evidence of an unprospering suit.
But Del went a step farther, and drew the corollary that St. Vincent
was the cause of it all. Several times he had seen the correspondent
with Frona, going one place and another, and was duly incensed thereat.

"I'll fix 'm yet!" he muttered in camp one evening, over on Gold Bottom.

"Whom?" Corliss queried.

"Who? That newspaper man, that's who!"

"What for?"

"Aw--general principles. Why'n't you let me paste 'm that night at the
Opera House?"

Corliss laughed at the recollection. "Why did you strike him, Del?"

"General principles," Del snapped back and shut up.

But Del Bishop, for all his punitive spirit, did not neglect the main
chance, and on the return trip, when they came to the forks of Eldorado
and Bonanza, he called a halt.

"Say, Corliss," he began at once, "d'you