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MOT ION PICTURE MAGAZINE
THE ACCIDENT
conquering for the conquered. He knew, too, that he had done this girl more than physical hurt could ever be. The ethics of the woods are not radically different from those of city codes. And, because they are freer, cleaner, infinitely simpler, they are generally more reverenced. There is no personal deviation. There can be no misunderstanding. Pierre had wounded the helpless in the most vital spot, and he had offended the high code of morality kept by his fellow-men. He knew the penalty. And yet — he had desired only as all live things desire. His was not a separate, unknown, sinister crime. It was the call of the blood — the insistence of possession. What then? Ethics were very wan of hue when it was spring and the world was young.
Thus the slow night dragged. Fitful slumber on the part of the girl — terror struggling with the urge of
yielding. Obscure moralizing on the part of the man — indeterminate resolutions to atone combating the insistent clamor of his right to his mate. And, with the dawn, the girl crept into the next room, cold, lonely, fearful at the continued silence.
Pierre was stretched on the floor, h i s broken leg doubled in helpless pain, his cheeks stained with fever, his lips dry and drawn.
"Pierre!" The girl's cry w a s startled, shrill; tremulous with a swift alarm.
"It's nothin'," the Cave M a n whispered huskily. ' ' You keep away, little woman. Dont go soilin ' your hands with the touch of me ; I 'm a — dog. ' '
"You're hurt," the girl murmured, kneeling and raising his head to her arms ; ' ' you 're hurt — oh ! Cave Man — and I never knew. ' '
The response that his passion had not evoked came now, freely, fiercely, clamorously. The girl held him to her with a tenderness of passion she had never dreamed of. He needed her — he needed her! And she had never known what life could mean until she felt his head against her breast. This, then, was why he had wanted her! This was the need that had forced him to take her, whether she would or no — this blinding, quivering, pulse-leaping thing. She wondered that he had not done so long ago.
But they were not alone in this forest world of theirs. With the coming of daylight, urged on by Dorothy's mother's frenzied pleadings, a posse of armed and heavy-booted men set out into the woods to bring to < I nick justice the girl's abductor.
And out of this new heaven — this suddenly new-born world — his voice