Of
course it was a pretty greenhorn trick, but I guess no harm will come
of it. The girl thinks it's a prospector's cabin--which it was once.
She went on her way, happy, because I told her of the right trail to
get back with her gang. That's all there is to it. Are you mad at me
for letting anyone come into this place?"
"Mad?" He smiled. "No, I think that's one of the best lies you ever
told me, Jack."
Their eyes met, hers very wide, and his keen and steady. Then she
gripped at the butt of her gun, an habitual trick when she was very
angry, and cried: "Do I have to sit here and let you call me--that?
Pierre, pull a few more tricks like that and I'll call for a new
deal. Get me?"
She rose, whirled, and threw herself sullenly on her bunk. "Come
back," said Pierre. "You're more scared than angry. Why are you
afraid, Jack?"
"It's a lie--I'm not afraid!"
"Let me see that glove again."
"You've seen it once--that's enough."
He whistled carelessly, rolling a cigarette. After he lighted it he
said: "Ready to talk yet, partner?"
She maintained an obstinate silence, but that sharp eye saw that she
was trembling.
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