"That word was her only answer: 'Because.'" "This is strange," murmured David, turning to Connor. "Is that one word a reason? "Go back again," commanded David grimly. "Go back and tell this woman that I shall not come, and that if she comes again she will be driven away by force. And take heed, Jacob, that you do not come to me again on such an errand. The law is fixed. It is as immovable as the rocks in the mountains. You know all this. Be careful hereafter that you remember. Be gone!" The ruin of his plan in its very inception threatened Ben Connor. If he could once bring David to see the girl he trusted in her beauty and her cleverness to effect the rest. But how lead him to the gate? Moreover, he was angered and his frown boded no good for Jacob. The old servant was turning away, and the gambler hunted his mind desperately for an expedient. Persuasion would never budge this stubborn fellow so used to command. There remained the opposite of persuasion. He determined on an indirect appeal to the pride of the master. "You are wise, David," he said solemnly. "You are very wise. These creatures are dangerous, and men of sense shun them. Tell your servants to drive her away with blows of a stick so that she will never return." "No, Jacob," said the master, and the servant returned to hear the command. "Not with sticks. But with words, for flesh of women is tender. This is hard counsel, Benjamin!" He regarded the gambler with great surprise. "Their flesh may be tender, but their spirits are strong," said Connor. The opening he had made was small. At least he had the interest of David, and through that entering wedge he determined to drive with all his might. "And dangerous," he added gravely. "Dangerous?" said the master. He raised his head. "Dangerous?" As if a jackal had dared to howl in the hearing of the lion. "Ah, David, if you saw her you would understand why I warn you!" "It would be curious. In what wise does her danger strike?" "That I cannot say. They have a thousand ways." The master turned irresolutely toward Jacob. "You could not send her away with words?" "David, for one of my words she has ten that flow with pleasant sound like water from a spring, and with little meaning, except that she will not go." "You are a fool!" "So I felt when I listened to her." "There is an old saying, David, my brother," said Connor, "that there is more danger in one pleasant woman than in ten angry men. Drive her from the gate with stones!" "I fear that you hate women, Benjamin." "They were the source of evil." "For which penance was done." "The penance followed the sin." "God, who made the mountains, the river and this garden and man, He made woman also. She cannot be all evil. I shall go." "Then, remember that I have warned you. God, who made man and woman, made fire also." "And is not fire a blessing?" He smiled at his triumph and this contest of words. "You shall go with me, Benjamin." "I? Never!"