Oh, why couldn't I have killed him?
But if you stayed here, so should I. Not with him, though. Never with him.
Maybe I'm talking wildly. You'll say I'm in love with you. Perhaps I
am--quien sabe? No matter as to that. I shall be no hanger-on, sir. I only
ask a kind of partnership--the encouragement of some decent man near me. I
have money; plenty, till we both get a footing. But you wouldn't live on
me; no! I don't fancy that of you for a moment. I would be glad merely to
tide you over, if you'd let me. And I--I'd be willing to wash floors in a
restaurant if I might be free of insult. You, I'm sure, would at least
protect me. Wouldn't you? You would, wouldn't you? Say something, sir."
She paused, out of breath and aquiver. "Shall we go? Will you help me?"
For an instant her appeal, of swimming blue eyes, upturned face, tensed
grasp, breaking voice, swayed me. But what if she were an actress, an
adventuress? And then, my parents, my father's name! I had already been
cozened once, I had resolved not to be snared again. The spell cleared and
I drew exultant breath.
"Impossible, madam," I uttered. "This is final. Good-morning."
She staggered and with magnificent but futile last flourish clapped both
hands to her face. Gazing back, as I hastened, I saw her still there,
leaning against the sheet-iron of the groggery and ostensibly weeping.
Having shaken her off and resisted contrary temptation I looked not again
but paced rapidly for the clean atmosphere of the rough-and-honest bull
train. As a companion, better for me Mr. Jenks. When my wrath cooled I
felt that I might have acted the cad but I had not acted the simpleton.
The advance of the day's life was stirring all along the road, where under
clouds of dust the four and six horse-and-mule wagons hauled water for the
town, pack outfits of donkeys and plodding miners wended one way or the
other, soldiers trotted in from the military post, and Overlanders slowly
toiled for the last supply depot before creaking onward into the desert.
Along the railway grade likewise there was activity, of construction
trains laden high with rails, ties, boxes and bales, puffing out, their
locomotives belching pitchy black smoke that extended clear to the
ridiculous little cabooses; of wagon trains ploughing on, bearing supplies
for the grading camps; and a great herd of loose animals, raising a
prodigious spume as they were driven at a trot--they also heading
westward, ever westward, under escort of a protecting detachment of
cavalry, riding two by two, accoutrements flashing.
The sights were inspiring. Man's work at empire building beckoned me, for
surely the wagoning of munitions to remote outposts of civilization was
very necessary. Consequently I trudged best foot forward, although on
empty stomach and with empty pockets; but glad to be at large, and
exchanging good-natured greetings with the travelers encountered.
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