foregone conclusion that she would not like his work. Her intention at
first had been to begin at once to use all persuasion in her power toward
having him go back East with her, or at the latest some time this year. But
the rude log cabin had checked her impulse. She felt that haste would be
unwise.

"Glenn Kilbourne, I told you why I came West to see you," she said,
spiritedly. "Well, since you still swear allegiance to your girl from the
East, you might entertain her a little bit before getting down to business
talk."

"All right, Carley," he replied, laughing. "What do you want to do? The day
is at your disposal. I wish it were June. Then if you didn't fall in love
with West Fork you'd be no good."

"Glenn, I love people, not places," she returned.

"So I remember. And that's one thing I don't like. But let's not quarrel.
What'll we do?"

"Suppose you tramp with me all around, until I'm good and hungry. Then
we'll come back here--and you can cook dinner for me."

"Fine! Oh, I know you're just bursting with curiosity to see how I'll do
it. Well, you may be surprised, miss."

"Let's go," she urged.

"Shall I take my gun or fishing rod?"