"
"_You'd_ bring Pierre anywhere? Say, lady, that's like hearing the
sheep talk about leading the wolf around by the nose. If all the men
in the ranges can't catch him, or make him budge an inch out of the
way he's picked, do you think you could stir him?"
Jeering laughter shook him; it seemed that he would never be done with
his laughter, yet there was a hint of the hysterically mirthless in
it. It came to a jarring stop.
He said: "D'you think he's just bein' driven around by chance? Lady,
d'you think he even _wants_ to get out of this life of his? No, he
loves it! He loves the danger. D'you think a man that's used to
breathing in a whirlwind can get used to living in calm air? It
can't be done!"
And the girl answered steadily: "For every man there is one woman,
and for that woman the man will do strange things."
"You poor, white-faced, whimpering fool," snarled the boy, gripping at
his gun again, "d'you dream that you're the one that's picked out for
Pierre? No, there's another!"
"Another? A woman who--"
"Who loves Pierre--a woman that's fit for him.
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