continued.

"There are a few there, surely," said Sedgwick, and looking across the
table he saw a smile on Jack's face.

"They are good riders and good shots, are they not?" Grace asked.

"Some of them ride well, and nearly all of them shoot well," said
Sedgwick.

"I would like to go there," said Grace, impetuously; "it must be a jolly
life." Then looking at her mother, she laughed gaily and said: "If ever
one of those cowboys, with broad hat and jingling spurs, comes this way,
you had better lock the doors, mamma, if you want to keep me."

Sedgwick kept a steady face, but his heart was throbbing so that he
feared the company would hear it.

Then Jenvie asked Sedgwick if mining in Nevada was not mostly carried on
by rough and rude men.

Sedgwick's face became grave in a moment, as he said: "We must judge men
by the motives behind their lives, if we would get at what they really
are. There are married men and single men at work in the mines. The
married men have wives and little children to support. They wish to have
their dear ones fed and clothed as well as other generous people feed and
clothe their families. They want their children educated. They have,
moreover, all around them examples of rich men who a year or five years
previous were as humble and poor as they now are. The young men have
hopes quite as sweet, purposes quite as high. This one is to build up a