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a　trifle　lower；　and　placing　two　well…booted　feet　upon　the　middle

seat；　completed　a　charming　and　wholesome　picture。



Five　minutes　elapsed。　　She　was　looking　straight　at　the　moon。　　Cass

Beard　felt　his　dignified　reserve　becoming　very　much　like

awkwardness。　　He　ought　to　be　coldly　polite。



〃I　hope　you're　not　flustered；　Miss；　by　theby　the〃　he　began。



〃I？〃　　She　straightened　herself　up　in　the　seat；　cast　a　curious

glance　into　the　dark　corner；　and　then；　letting　herself　down　again；

said：　〃Oh；　dear；　no！〃



Another　five　minutes　elapsed。　　She　had　evidently　forgotten　him。

She　might；　at　least；　have　been　civil。　　He　took　refuge　again　in　his

reserve。　　But　it　was　now　mixed　with　a　certain　pique。



Yet　how　much　softer　her　face　looked　in　the　moonlight！　　Even　her

square　jaw　had　lost　that　hard；　matter…of…fact；　practical　indication

which　was　so　distasteful　to　him；　and　always　had　suggested　a　harsh

criticism　of　his　weakness。　　How　moist　her　eyes　wereactually

shining　in　the　light！　　How　that　light　seemed　to　concentrate　in　the

corner　of　the　lashes；　and　then　slippeda　flashaway！　　Was　she？

Yes；　she　was　crying。



Cass　melted。　　He　moved。　　Miss　Porter　put　her　head　out　of　the　window

and　drew　it　back　in　a　moment；　dry…eyed。



〃One　meets　all　sorts　of　folks　traveling；〃　said　Cass；　with　what　he

wished　to　make　appear　a　cheerful　philosophy。



〃I　dare　say。　　I　don't　know。　　I　never　before　met　any　one　who　was

rude　to　me。　　I　have　traveled　all　over　the　country　alone；　and　with

all　kinds　of　people　ever　since　I　was　so　high。　　I　have　always　gone

my　own　way；　without　hindrance　or　trouble。　　I　always　do。　　I　don't

see　why　I　shouldn't。　　Perhaps　other　people　mayn't　like　it。　　I　do。

I　like　excitement。　　I　like　to　see　all　that　there　is　to　see。

Because　I'm　a　girl　I　don't　see　why　I　cannot　go　out　without　a

keeper；　and　why　I　cannot　do　what　any　man　can　do　that　isn't　wrong；

do　you？　　Perhaps　you　doperhaps　you　don't。　　Perhaps　you　like　a

girl　to　be　always　in　the　house　dawdling　or　thumping　a　piano　or

reading　novels。　　Perhaps　you　think　I'm　bold　because　I　don't　like

it；　and　won't　lie　and　say　I　do。〃



She　spoke　sharply　and　aggressively；　and　so　evidently　in　answer　to

Cass's　unspoken　indictment　against　her；　that　he　was　not　surprised

when　she　became　more　direct。



〃You　know　you　were　shocked　when　I　went　to　fetch　that　Hornsby；　the

coroner；　after　we　found　the　dead　body。〃



〃Hornsby　wasn't　shocked；〃　said　Cass；　a　little　viciously。



〃What　do　you　mean？〃　she　said；　abruptly。



〃You　were　good　friends　enough　until〃



〃Until　he　insulted　me　just　now；　is　that　it？〃



〃Until　he　thought；〃　stammered　Cass；　〃that　because　you　wereyou

knownot　sososo　careful　as　other　girls；　he　could　be　a　little

freer。〃



〃And　so；　because　I　preferred　to　ride　a　mile　with　him　to　see

something　real　that　had　happened；　and　tried　to　be　useful　instead　of

looking　in　shop　windows　in　Main　Street　or　promenading　before　the

hotel〃



〃And　being　ornamental；〃　interrupted　Cass。　　But　this　feeble　and　un…

Cass…like　attempt　at　playful　gallantry　met　with　a　sudden　check。



Miss　Porter　drew　herself　together；　and　looked　out　of　the　window。

〃Do　you　wish　me　to　walk　the　rest　of　the　way　home？〃



〃No；〃　said　Cass；　hurriedly；　with　a　crimson　face　and　a　sense　of

gratuitous　rudeness。



〃Then　stop　that　kind　of　talk；　right　there！〃



There　was　an　awkward　silence。　　〃I　wish　I　was　a　man；〃　she　said；　half

bitterly；　half　earnestly。　　Cass　Beard　was　not　old　and　cynical

enough　to　observe　that　this　devout　aspiration　is　usually　uttered　by

those　who　have　least　reason　to　deplore　their　own　femininity；　and；

but　for　the　rebuff　he　had　just　received；　would　have　made　the　usual

emphatic　dissent　of　our　sex；　when　the　wish　is　uttered　by　warm　red

lips　and　tender　voicesa　dissent；　it　may　be　remarked；　generally

withheld；　however；　when　the　masculine　spinster　dwells　on　the

perfection　of　woman。　　I　dare　say　Miss　Porter　was　sincere；　for　a

moment　later　she　continued；　poutingly：



〃And　yet　I　used　to　go　to　fires　in　Sacramento　when　I　was　only　ten

years　old。　　I　saw　the　theatre　burnt　down。　　Nobody　found　fault　with

me　then。〃



Something　made　Cass　ask　if　her　father　and　mother　objected　to　her

boyish　tastes。　　The　reply　was　characteristic　if　not　satisfactory；



〃Object？　　I'd　like　to　see　them　do　it。〃



The　direction　of　the　road　had　changed。　　The　fickle　moon　now

abandoned　Miss　Porter　and　sought　out　Cass　on　the　front　seat。　　It

caressed　the　young　fellow's　silky　moustache　and　long　eyelashes；　and

took　some　of　the　sunburn　from　his　cheek。



〃What's　the　matter　with　your　neck？〃　said　the　girl；　suddenly。



Cass　looked　down；　blushing　to　find　that　the　collar　of　his　smart

〃duck〃　sailor　shirt　was　torn　open。　　But　something　more　than　his

white；　soft；　girlish　skin　was　exposed；　the　shirt　front　was　dyed

quite　red　with　blood　from　a　slight　cut　on　the　shoulder。　　He

remembered　to　have　felt　a　scratch　while　struggling　with　Hornsby。



The　girl's　soft　eyes　sparkled。　　〃Let　ME；〃　she　said；　vivaciously。

〃Do！　　I'm　good　at　wounds。　　Come　over　here。　　Nostay　there。　　I'll

come　over　to　you。〃



She　did；　bestriding　the　back　of　the　middle　seat　and　dropping　at　his

side。　　The　magnetic　fingers　again　touched　his；　he　felt　her　warm

breath　on　his　neck　as　she　bent　toward　him。



〃It's　nothing；〃　he　said；　hastily；　more　agitated　by　the　treatment

than　the　wound。



〃Give　me　your　flask；〃　she　responded；　without　heeding。　　A　stinging

sensation　as　she　bathed　the　edges　of　the　cut　with　the　spirit

brought　him　back　to　common　sense　again。　　〃There；〃　she　said；

skillfully　extemporizing　a　bandage　from　her　handkerchief　and　a

compress　from　his　cravat。　　〃Now；　button　your　coat　over　your　chest；

so；　and　don't　take　cold。〃　　She　insisted　upon　buttoning　it　for　him；

greater　even　than　the　feminine　delight　in　a　man's　strength　is　the

ministration　to　his　weakness。　　Yet；　when　this　was　finished；　she

drew　a　little　away　from　him　in　some　embarrassmentan　embarrassment

she　wondered　at；　as　his　skin　was　finer；　his　touch　gentler；　his

clothes　cleaner；　andnot　to　put　too　fine　a　point　upon　ithe

exhaled　an　atmosphere　much　sweeter　than　belonged　to　most　of　the　men

her　boyish　habits　had　brought　her　in　contact　withnot　excepting

her　own　father。　　Later　she　even　exempted　her　mother　from　the

possession　of　this　divine　effluence。　　After　a　moment　she　asked；

suddenly；　〃What　are　you　going　to　do　with　Hornsby？〃



Cass　had　not　thought　of　him。　　His　short…lived　rage　was　past　with

the　occasion　that　provoked　it。　　Without　any　fear　of　his　adversary

he　would　have　been　content　and　quite　willing　to　meet　him　no　more。

He　only　said；　〃That　will　depend　upon　him。〃



〃Oh；　you　won't　hear　from　him　again；〃　said　she；　confidently；　〃but

you　really　ought　to　get　up　a　little　more　muscle。　　You've　no　more

than　a　girl。〃　　She　stopped；　a　little　confused。



〃What　shall　I　do　with　your　handkerchief？〃　asked　the　uneasy　Cass；

anxious　to　change　the　subject。



〃Oh；　keep　it；　if　you　want　to；　only　don't　show　it　to　everybody　as

you　did　that　ring　you　found。〃　　Seeing　signs　of　distress　in　his

face；　she　added：　〃Of　course　that　was　all　nonsense。　　If　you　had

cared　so　much　for　the　ring　you　couldn't　have　talked　about　it；　or

shown　it。　　Could　you？〃



It　relieved　him　to　think　that　this　might　be　true；　he　certainly　had

not　looked　at　it　in　that　light　before。



〃But　did　you　really　find　it？〃　she　asked；　with　sudden　gravity。

〃Really；　now？〃



〃Yes。〃



〃And　there　was　no　real　May　in　the　case？〃



〃Not　that　I　know　of；〃　laughed　Cass；　secretly　pleased。



But　Miss　Porter；　after　eying　him　critically　for　a　moment　jumped　up

and　climbed　back　again　to　her　seat。　　〃Perhaps　you　had　better　give

me　that　handkerchief　back。〃



Cass　began　to　unbutton　his　coat。



〃No！　no！　　Do　you　want　to　take　your　death　of　cold？〃　she　screamed。

And　Cass；　to　avoid　this　direful　possibility；　rebuttoned　his　coat

again　over　the　handkerchief　and　a　peculiarly　pleasing　sensation。



Very　little　now　was　said　until　the　rattling；　bounding　descent　of

the　coach　denoted　the　approach　to　Red　Chief。　　The　straggling　main

street　disclosed　itself；　light　by　light。　　In　the　flash　of

glittering　windows　and　the　sound　of　eager　voices　Miss　Porter

descended；　without　waiting　for　Cass's　proffered　assistance；　and

anticipated　Mountain　Charley's　descent　from　the　box。　　A　few

undistinguishable　words　passed　between　them。



〃You　kin　freeze　to　me；　Miss；〃　said　Charley；　and　Miss　Porter；

turning　her　frank　laugh　and　frankly　opened　palm　to　Cass；　half

returned　the　pressure　of　his　hand　and　slipped　away。



A　few　days　after　the　stage　coach　incident；　Mountain　Charley　drew　up

beside　Cass　on　the　Blazing　Star　turnpike；　and　handed　him　a　small

packet。　　〃I　was　told　to　give　ye　that　by　Miss　Porter。　　Hushlisten！

It's　that　rather　old　dog…goned　ring　o'　yours　that's　bin　in　all　the

papers。　　She's　bamboozled　that　sap…headed　county　judge；　Boompointer；

into　givin'　it　to　her。　　Take　my　advice　and　sling　it　away　for　some

other　feller　to　pick　up　and　get　looney　over。　　That's　all！〃



〃Did　she　say　anything？〃　asked　Cass；　anxiously；　as　he　received　his

lost　treasure　somewhat　coldly。



〃Well；　yes！　　I　reckon。　　She　asked　me　to　stand　betwixt　Hornsby　and

you。　　So　don't　YOU　tackle　him；　and　I'll　see　HE　don't　tackle　you；〃

and　with　a　portentous　wink　Mountain　Charley　whipped　up　his　horses

and　was　gone。



Cass　opened　the　packet。　　It　contained　nothing　but　the　ring。

Unmitigated　by　any　word　of　greeting；　remembrance；　or　even　raillery；

it　seemed　almost　an　insult。　　Had　she　intended　to　flaunt　his　folly

in　his　face；　or　had　she　believed　he　still　mourned　for　it　and　deemed

its　recovery　a　sufficient　reward　for　his　slight　service？　　For　an

instant　he　felt　tempted　to　follow　Charley's　advice；　and　cast　this

symbol　of　folly　and　contempt　in　the　dust　of　the　mountain　road。　　And

had　she　not　made　his　humiliation　complete　by　begging　Charley's

interference　between　him　and　his　enemy？　　He　would　go　home　and　send

her　back　the　handkerchief　she　had　given　him。　　But　here　the

unro