horseshoe nails is just as good as a quarter any day. A man goes up to
the bar and calls for a whiskey. Whiskey's half a dollar. Well, he
drinks his whiskey, plunks down two horseshoe nails, and it's O.K. No
kick comin' on horseshoe nails. They use 'em to make change."

"You must be a brave man to venture into the country again after such
an experience. Won't you tell me your name? We may meet on the
Inside."

"Who? Me? Oh, I'm Del Bishop, pocket-miner; and if ever we run across
each other, remember I'd give you the last shirt--I mean, remember my
last bit of grub is yours."

"Thank you," she answered with a sweet smile; for she was a woman who
loved the things which rose straight from the heart.

He stopped rowing long enough to fish about in the water around his
feet for an old cornbeef can.

"You'd better do some bailin'," he ordered, tossing her the can.
"She's leakin' worse since that squeeze."

Frona smiled mentally, tucked up her skirts, and bent to the work. At
every dip, like great billows heaving along the sky-line, the
glacier-fretted mountains rose and fell. Sometimes she rested her back
and watched the teeming beach towards which they were heading, and
again, the land-locked arm of the sea in which a score or so of great
steamships lay at anchor. From each of these, to the shore and back
again, flowed a steady stream of scows, launches, canoes, and all sorts
of smaller craft. Man, the mighty toiler, reacting upon a hostile