There's a jealous fiend in that girl. I watched
her eyes when they followed you and Mary from the hall."
"Then we'll ride back alone."
"Not I. Carry the word to Jim that I'm through with the game. I'm
going to wash some of the grime off my conscience and try to make
myself fit to speak to this girl again."
"It's the cross," said Pierre.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. The bad luck has come to poor old Jim at last, because he
saved me out of the snow. Patterson has gone, and now you, and perhaps
Jack--well, this is good-bye, Dick?"
"Yes."
Their hands met.
"You forgive me, Dick?"
"With all my heart, old fellow."
"I'll try to wish you luck. Stay close to her. Perhaps you'll win
her."
"I'll do what one man can."
"But if you succeed, ride out of the mountain-desert with her--never
let me hear of it."
"I don't understand. Will you tell me what's between you, Pierre?
You've some sort of claim on her. What is it?" "I've said good-bye.
Only one thing more. Never mention my name to her."
So he turned and walked out into the moonlight and Wilbur stared after
him until he disappeared beyond the shoulder of a hill.
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