er."

After a few moments of desultory conversation, Redburn took the
"General" to one side, and spoke on the subject of Fearless Frank and
Anita Harris--of his action in the matter, and so forth. Nix--or
Terry, as the latter was evidently his real name--heartily coincided
with his views, and both agreed that it was best not to let the
Scarlet Boy come within range of Anita, or, at least, not till Ned
Harris should return, when he could do as he chose.

Accordingly it was decided that Fearless Frank should be set to work
in the quartz mine, that being the furthest from the cabin, and he
could eat and sleep either in the mine or in the crusher building,
whichever he liked best.

After settling this point the two men rejoined the others, and Frank
was apprised of their decision. He made no remarks upon it, but it was
plain to see that he was anything but satisfied. His wild spirit
yearned for constant freedom.

The Utes were dismissed and sent back to their work; the "General"
strolled off with McKenzie toward the quartz mine; it devolved upon
Redburn to escort Alice to the cabin, which he did with pleasure, and
gave her an introduction to sweet, sad-faced Anita, who awaited their
coming in the open doorway.

The two girls greeted each other with warmth; it was apparent that
they would become fast friends when they learned more of each other.

As for Redburn, he was secretly enamored with the "General's" pretty
daughter; she was beautiful, and evidently accomplished, and her
progenitor was financially well-to-do. What then was lacking to make
her a fitting mate for any man? Redburn pondered deeply on this
subject, as he left the girls together, and went out to see to his
duties in the mines.

He found Terry and Fearless Frank in the quartz mine, looking at the
swarthy-skinned miners; examining new projected slopes; suggesting
easier methods for working out different lumps of gold-bearing rock.
While the former's knowledge of practical mining was extended, the
latter's was limited.

"I think thet thar ar' bigger prospects yet, in further," the old
locater was saying. "I ain't much varsed on jeeological an'
toppygraffical formation, myself, ye see; but then, it kinder 'peers
to me thet this quartz vein ar' a-goin' to hold out fer a consider'ble
time yet."

"Doubtless. More straight digging an' less slopes I should think would
be practicable," McKenzie observed.

"I don't see it!" said Redburn, joining them. "S