ArticleField.comInternet's Fastest Growing Free Content Article Directory"Big Jim Torrance, you mean," he interrupted, throwing back his huge head to laugh. "The crudest boss that ever hammered a lazy bohunk to his pick. No, no, little girl, not all your airs, not all my big jobs, can make me more than a half-taught rough-neck–a success, I’ll admit. But the biggest success […]
"It’s a habit you have." He rubbed his moustached lips along her bare arm and swung her again to his shoulder. "Low bridge!" She bent from her lofty perch until her cheek lay along his hair, and they passed into the kitchen, where he set her down with elaborate care. […]
Five hundred yards up the wide bottom of the valley the construction camp sprawled its ugly mass. From where he stood in the doorway he looked down on it over the grade–its straggling unformed planning; the flimsy shacks, half unhewn logs, half canvas, without respect for streets or angles or lines; its half-hearted struggle […]
He reached for his tunic. "You’ll have a chance to do credit to Blue Pete’s memory. . . . About Helen–wait till we see what size the cloud is." He thrust his arms into the tunic and buttoned it tight to his chin. "You leave on Saturday," he growled. Chapter 2 […]
"I’d like it, sir. I’d do my best. I’ve done bush work in the Hills, and Blue Pete knocked something into me about trails." "It always surprises me," began the Inspector maliciously, "how eager young husbands are to get away–" "May I take Helen, sir?" "No–you–may–not! What do you think this […]
