The engineer found his prospect down by the river, perched on a great rock which in the night looked as black as the black mica of Ytterby.

“I have come to return this certificate.”

“But I gave it to you.”

“So you did, and nothing could have been sweeter than the manner of it, but your conscience was not satisfied. It seems to me that it ought to be satisfied, for Asher Ferry intends to do with that land exactly what your father advised. All you need worry about is my profits.”

“Can’t you get rich without my consent?”

“I cannot. For once the laws of a land company were drawn by a man who respected the rights of the minority.”

“If you will come up here and lend me a pen, I can write on this stone.”

And so by starlight the document was signed. “Now what shall we do with the profits?”

“I don’t know. What do rich people do with money?”

“They usually provide for their sons’ wives. How soon are you going to marry Marvin?”

Jean took one last desperate look at her stars, and found enough courage to answer,

“Never.”

“I am sorry to hear that, and my wife will be sorry, too. Don’t you care for him?”

“I’d rather not answer that question.”

“Won’t you let me send him down here to plead his cause?”

“No. I don’t want to see him again, and in two or three years he will forget all about me.”

“Two, or three?”

“Three. Ask him to come back in August, 1922, and bring his bride.”

“Very well. One thing more. Have you any objection to my seeding the land over by the creek and putting a few sheep in there?”

“That will be lovely, Mr. Mahan.”