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The Quitter
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"I — I don't know," he answered. "I wish to the Lord Ben had never told me what he did."
"What was that?' she asked demurely.
Big Bill looked at her with twinkling eyes. She knew all about Ben's speech, for he, Bill, had told her. Why, then, did she want Jack to tell it all over again ? Happy Jack and Glad were very close together, and there was an extra tinge of color in the girl's cheeks. Bill was a wise man, and he discreetly strolled away.
" 'Twarn't nothin'," said Happy Jack. "Just a lie. Ben said the kind uh girl that would come in answer to that advertisement would be — well, not a bit like you."
"And if you had known that I was the girl who wrote that letter you — you wouldn't have run away ?"
"I would have taken the fust train for Gold City."
"Jack," she said, "how would you like to come to Tulliver County with me and be my — my manager ?"
Big Bill, looking back on the trail, saw a pair of white arms go around the young miner's neck ; saw a pair of stout arms crush the girl against a very dusty shirt.
"Dog-gone it, that there girl proposed to him !" he asserted afterward. "Sure's you're born, Glad proposed to him ! But I don't blame her. Happy would never have had the courage to do it."
Willet chuckled when the sheriff
told him that Miss Mason had retransferred her mine to Happy Jack, and that it was now the property of W. E. Willet by due process of law. "The little girl'll vacate the shack within the week," he added.
"Don't want to hurry her," said Willet, "but the sooner she's out, the better."
"You don't seem to have much sympathy for her," the sheriff remarked.
"Sympathy! Forget it! This is a cold, cold world, brother. The man that gives sympathy is a fool."
"I'll remember that," said Big Bill
"You look glad — like your name'' lie said, pulling off his hat.
dryly, mentally registering the remark. And when, later on, he heard that Willet, after spending thousands to develop his worthless property, sold it for a tenth of what he had paid for it, BigBill laughed whole-heartedly.
"Sympathy ! Forget it !" he roared.