thought you might want to go along.” Her face changed like the moon when a cloud blows across it. She answered with another slow, insolent yawn: “Thanks! I'm staying home tonight.”
Wilbur glared his rage covertly at Pierre, but the latter was blandly unconscious that he had made any
He said carelessly: “Too bad. It might be interesting. Jack?”
At his voice she looked up—a sharp and graceful toss of her head.
“What?”
“The girl with the yellow hair.”
“Then go ahead and see her. I won't keep you. You don't mind if I go on sleeping? Sit down and be at home.”
With this she calmly turned her back again and seemed thoroughly disposed to carry out her word.
Red Pierre flushed a little, watching her, and he spoke his anger outright: “You're acting like a sulky kid, Jack, not like a man.”
It was a habit of his to forget that she was a woman. Without turning her head she answered: “Do you want to know why?”
“You're like a cat showing your claws. Go on! Tell me what the reason is.”
“Because I get tired of you.”
In all his life he had never been so scorned. He did not see the covert grin of Wilbur in the background. He blurted: “Tired?”
“Awfully. You don't mind me being frank, do you, Pierre?”
He could only stammer: “Sometimes I wish to God you
“You don't often remember that I'm a woman.”
“Do you mean that I'm rude or rough with you, Jacqueline?” Still the silence, but Wilbur was grinning broader than ever. “Answer me!”
She started up and faced him, her face convulsed with rage.
“What do you want me to say? Yes, you are rude—I hate you and your lot. Go away from me; I don't want you; I hate you all.”
And she would have said more, but furious sobs swelled her throat and she could not speak, but dropped, face down, on the bunk and gripped the blankets in each hardset hand. Over her Pierre leaned, utterly bewildered, found nothing that he could say, and then turned and strode, frowning, from the room. Wilbur hastened after him and caught him just as the door was closing.
“Come back,” he pleaded. “This is the best game I've ever seen. Come back, Pierre! You've made a wonderful start.”
Pierre le Rouge shook off the detaining hand and glared up at Wilbur.
“Don't try irony, Dick. I feel like murder. Think of it! All this time she's been hating me; and now it's making her weep; think of it—Jack—weeping!”
“Why, you're a child, Pierre. She's in love with you.”
“With me?”
“With Red Pierre.”
“You can't make a joke out of Jack with me. You ought to know that.”
“Pierre, I'd as soon make a joke out of a wildcat.”
“Grinning still? Wilbur, I'm taking more from you than I would from any man on the ranges.”
“I know you are, and that's why I'm stringing this out because I'm going to have a laugh—ha, ha, ha!—the rest of my life—ha, ha, ha, ha!—whenever I think of this!”
The burst of merriment left him speechless, and Pierre, glowering, his right hand twitching dangerously close to that holster at his hip. He sobered, and said: “Go in and talk to her and prove that I'm right.”
“Ask Jack if she loves me? Why, I'd as soon ask any man the same question.”
The big long-rider was instantly curious.
“Has she never appealed to you as a woman, Pierre?”
“How could she? I've watched her ride; I've watched her use her gun; I've slept rolled in the same blankets with her, back to back; I've walked and talked and traveled with her as if she were my kid brother.”
Wilbur nodded, as if the miracle were being slowly unfolded before his eyes.
“And you've never noticed anything different about her? Never watched a little lift and grace in her walk that no man could ever have; never seen her color change just because you, Pierre, came near or went far away from her?”
“Because of me?” asked the bewildered Pierre.
“You fool, you! Why, lad, I've been kept amused by you two for a whole evening, watching her play for your attention, saving her best smiles for you, keeping her best attitudes for you, and letting all the richness of her voice go out for—a block—a stone. Gad, the thing still doesn't seem possible! Pierre, one instant of that girl would give romance to a man's whole life.”
