Redfeather said scornfully:

“You suggested radiation refrigeration! What does it prove that he applied it?”

“That,” said Aletha, “he couldn’t face the disaster that was here without trying to do something about it—even when it was impossible. He couldn’t face the deadly facts. He had to torment himself by seeing that they wouldn’t be deadly if only this one or that or the other were twisted a little. His vanity was hurt because nature had beaten men. His dignity was offended. And a man with easily-hurt dignity won’t ever be happy, but he can be pretty good!”

[38] Chuka raised his ebony bulk from the chair in which he still shifted the iron pig from gloved hand to gloved hand.

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“You’re kind,” he said, chuckling. “Too kind! I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I wouldn’t, for the world! But really ... I’ve never heard a man praised for his vanity before, or admired for being touchy about his dignity! If you’re right ... why ... it’s been convenient. It might even mean hope. But ... hm-m-m—— Would you want to marry a man like that?”

“Great Manitou forbid!” said Aletha firmly. She grimaced at the bare idea. “I’m an Amerind. I’ll want my husband to be contented. I want to be contented along with him. Mr. Bordman will never be either happy or content. No paleface husband for me! But I don’t think he’s through here yet. Sending for help won’t satisfy him. It’s a further hurt to his vanity. He’ll be miserable if he doesn’t prove himself—to himself—a better man than that!”

Chuka shrugged his massive shoulders. Redfeather tracked down the last item he needed and fairly bounced to his feet.

“What tonnage of iron can you get out, Chuka?” he demanded. “What can you do in the way of castings? What’s the elastic modulus—how much carbon in this iron? And when can you start making castings? Big ones?”

“Let’s go talk to my foremen,” said Chuka complacently. “We’ll see how fast my ... ah ... mineral spring is trickling metal down the cliff-face. If you can really launch a lifeboat, we might get some help here in a year and a half instead of five——”

They went out-of-doors together. There was a small sound in the next office. Aletha was suddenly very, very still. She sat motionless for a long half-minute. Then she turned her head.

“I owe you an apology, Mr. 

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