It was that that sent him on the long trail, you know. And
this girl with the yellow hair--"
"Why do you harp on her?"
"Harp on her?"
"Every other word--nothing but yellow hair. I'm sick of it. I know the
kind--faded corn color--dyed, probably. Pierre, you are all blind, and
you most of all."
This being obviously childish, Pierre brushed the consideration of it
from his mind. "And for clothes, Jack?"
They were both dumb. It had been years since she had worn the clothes
of a woman. She had danced with the men of her father's gang many a
time while someone whistled or played on a mouth-organ, and there was
the time they rode into Beulah Ferry and held up the dance hall, and
Jim Boone and Mansie lined up the crowd with their hands held high
above their heads while the sweating musicians played fast and furious
and Jack and Pierre danced down the center of the hall.
She had danced many a time, but never in the clothes of a woman; so
they stared, mutely puzzled.
A though came first to Jacqueline. She stepped close and murmured her
suggestion in the ear of Pierre.
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