Meanwhile it was soothing to lie stretched out upon the warm earth
with no human future to prefigure, and no past insistent enough to
disturb one with its annals. And there was still the present, with its
soft light and its dim hemisphere of sky; its balmy air and its vague
and shadowy horizon. It was good to be alone with nature in these last
few moments; to have done with the tiresome world of man's marring; to
be quit of man's presence.
The thought had scarcely shaped itself when it was made of none effect
by the appearance of a man at the top of the little knoll. The intruder
came straight on, as if in no doubt as to his purpose, and sitting down
on the end of the plank bridge, proceeded to fill and light his pipe
without saying a word. Jeffard caught a glimpse of a bearded face by
the flare of the match, and said, "Oh, it's you again, is it?"
"Right you are, pardner. Hope I ain't intrudin'."
"I suppose you have as good a right here as I have. But I might suggest
that the night is fine and the world large, and that there are times
when a man has no use for his fellows."
The new-comer smoked in silence for a full minute before he removed his
pipe to say:--
"That's a sort of a gilt-edged invitation for me to mog off, ain't it?
All right; I'll go pretty middlin' quick; but I've been fool enough to
tramp somewheres nigh ten mile behind you to-night for to get a show
to say what's on my mind; wher'fore, I'll say it first and vamoose
afte'wards."
Jeffard gave him leave, watching the narrowing margin between the star
and the mountain-top.
"Well, b'iled down, it's just about this: I know what you're out yere
for,--seen it in your eye back yonder on the street corner,--but I
says to myself, 'Jim Garvin, you go kinder slow; it ain't none o' your
business. When a man takes a mill-run o' hisself and finds out the
claim ain't worth workin' no longer, w'y, it's his funeral, and none
o' yourn.' And then again I says to myself, 'Maybe that there feller
hain't got nary 'nother claim--leastwise, not as he knows of,' and so I
follered you, all over the blame' town and out yere."
Jeffard made no reply, and the intruder went on.
"'Course, you understand I ain't a-mixin' up any in your business, not
if I know it. You just listen at what I'm goin' to say, and then if you
want to go ahead, w'y, all right, do it; and I'll loan you my gun so 't
you won't have to get yourself wet in cold water. Is that about right?"
"Go on," said Jeffard.
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