"
"Sure," said the other gracelessly, and tossed his own slicker onto a
bunk.
Covertly, but very earnestly, Mary was studying him. He was hardly
more than a boy--handsome, slender.
Now that handsome face was under a cloud of gloom, a frown on the
forehead and a sneer on the lips, but it was something more than the
expression which repelled Mary. For she felt that no matter how she
wooed him, she could never win the sympathy of this darkly handsome,
cruel youth; he was aloof from her, and the distance between them
could never be crossed. She knew at once that the mysterious bridges
which link men with women broke down in this case, and she was
strongly tempted to leave the cabin to the sole possession of her
surly host.
It was the warmth of the fire which once more decided against her
reason, so she laid hands on one of the blocks of stone to roll it
nearer to the hearth. She could not budge it. Then she caught the
sneering laughter of the man, and strove again in a fury. It was no
use; for the stone merely rocked a little and settled back in its
place with a bump.
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