Millings at that time had not yielded to the generally increasing "dryness" of the West.

In the worst days of cotton-milling in England the conditions were hardly worse than those now existing in the South.

They contain a soapy juice, fit for washing of linens and stuffs, for milling of caps and stockings, &c., and for fulling of stuffs and cloths.

It seemed a room transplanted to Millings from some finer soil.

As they came back to Millings in the afterglow of a brief Western twilight, she unfastened her veil and showed a quiet, thoughtful face.

The inspiration of his flight, the impulse that had sped him out of Millings like a fire-tipped arrow, that determination to find Sheila, to rehabilitate himself in her esteem, to serve her, to make a fresh start, had fallen from him like a dead flame.

He rode down Crazy Woman's Hill toward the sagebrush flat, where, in a half-circle of cloudless, snow-streaked mountains, lay the town of Millings on its rapid glacier river.

And does it ever stop blowing?" "We don't like Millings to-day, do we?" Sylvester was bending his head to peer through the gray mist of her veil.