She opened her eyes again. She cried: "It is all a lie! If he is not
true, there's no truth in the world."
"If you come down to that," said the boy coldly, "there ain't much
wasted this side of the Rockies. It's about as scarce as rain."
He continued in an almost kindly tone: "What would you do with a wild
man like Red Pierre? Run along; git out of here; grab your horse, and
beat it back to civilization; there ain't no place for you up here in
the wilderness."
"What would I do with him?" cried the girl. "Love him!"
It seemed as though her words, like whips, lashed the boy back to his
murderous anger. He lay with blazing eyes, watching her for a moment,
too moved to speak. At last he propped himself on one elbow, shook a
small, white-knuckled fist under the nose of Mary, and cried: "Then
what would he do with you?"
He went on: "Would he wear you around his neck like a watch charm?"
"I'd bring him back with me--back into the East, and he would be lost
among the crowds and never suspected of his past.
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