a different way than I ever
had learned to before. I'm not sorry for that--I'm glad, for if remorse
is a part of my punishment I'll take it gladly and welcome the chance to
get a little of what's coming to me. Only please don't look at me that
way any more--it's more than I can stand, from you."
It was the first time that the man ever had opened his heart in any such
whole-souled way to her, and it touched the girl more than she would
have cared to admit.
"It would be silly to tell you that I ever can forget that terrible
affair," she said; "but somehow I feel that the man who did that was an
entirely different man from the man who has been so brave and chivalrous
in his treatment of me during the past few weeks."
"It was me that did it, though," he said; "you can't get away from that.
It'll always stick in your memory, so that you can never think of Mr.
Mallory without thinking of the damned beast that murdered him--God! and
I thought it smart!
"But you have no idea how I was raised, Miss Harding," he went on. "Not
that that's any excuse for the thing I did; but it does make it seem a
wonder that I ever could have made a start even at being decent. I
never was well acquainted with any human being that wasn't a thief, or
a pickpocket, or a murderer--and they were all beasts, each in his own
particular way, only they weren't as decent as dumb beasts.
"I wasn't as crafty as most of them, so I had to hold my own by brute
force, and I did it; but, gad, how I accomplished it. The idea of
fighting fair," he laughed at the thought, "was utterly unknown to me.
If I'd ever have tried it I'd have seen my finish in a hurry. No one
fought fair in my gang, or in any other gang that I ever ran up against.
It was an honor to kill a man, and if you accomplished it by kicking him
to death when he was unconscious it detracted nothing from the glory of
your exploit--it was WHAT you did, not HOW you did it, that counted.
"I could have been decent, though, if I'd wanted to. Other fellows who
were born and raised near me were decent enough. They got good jobs and
stuck to them, and lived straight; but they made me sick--I looked down
on them, and spent my time hanging
Could she have, the girl would have been terror-stricken; but she saw that in his eyes which she could translate, and she wondered many times that evening whether she were pleased or angry with the message it conveyed.Page 25
" "Now you are going to make it all the worse by being stupid," cried the girl petulantly.Page 46
"Well, Miss Harding," he exclaimed, "it seems good to see you on deck again.Page 48
It is true that I doubted.Page 79
She looked over her shoulder and saw the first faint rays of dawn showing through a small aperture near the roof and at the opposite end of the room.Page 111
Nearly two months had passed before Billy's stock of excuses and delay ran out, and a definite date was set for the commencement of the journey.Page 145
You ain't no cop; but you're just as rotten.Page 146
Wherefore it was that by the time the authorities awoke to the fact that something had happened Billy Byrne was fifty miles west of Joliet, bowling along aboard a fast Santa Fe freight.Page 150
" The tramp who had plumbed the depths of the creek's foot of water and two feet of soft mud was crawling ashore.Page 151
"There ain't many boes that would have done as much for a fellow.Page 162
I nearly poked her face for her--think of it, Bridge! I nearly did; but something stopped me--something held my hand from it, an' lately I've liked to think that maybe what stopped me was something in me that had always been there--something decent that was really a part of me.Page 179
" "'Fine' isn't the right word," Billy corrected him.Page 188
I know my way throughout all Chihuahua as well as Pesita or any of his cutthroats.Page 201
"Go an' turn your cayuse in an' then come back here," he directed, "an' I'll give you a tryout.Page 205
Billy wondered what the second floor was utilized for.Page 206
The Mexicans, after eating, repaired at once to the joys of the cantina; while Bridge sought a room in the building to which his escort directed him.Page 211
"He kept his horse in my corral, and at night he came and took it out saying that he was riding to visit a senorita.Page 219
During the colloquy the boss entered the office.Page 237
Me an' my pal were beatin' it--he was on the square but the dicks was after me an' she let us have money to make our get-away.Page 252
It was not long before they came upon the spot where the Indians' horses had stood the night before.