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shook again; but less strongly。  Billings pressed his face against

the glass。  〃Hol' on;〃 he said in a quick whisper;〃it's 'Lige!〃

But it was too late。  Harkutt had already drawn the lower bolt; and

a man stumbled from the outer obscurity into the darker room。



The inmates drew away as he leaned back for a moment against the

door that closed behind him。  Then dimly; but instinctively;

discerning the glass of liquor which Wingate still mechanically

held in his hand; he reached forward eagerly; took it from

Wingate's surprised and unresisting fingers; and drained it at a

gulp。  The four men laughed vaguely; but not as cheerfully as they

might。



〃I was just shutting up;〃 began Harkutt; dubiously。



〃I won't keep you a minit;〃 said the intruder; nervously fumbling

in the breast pocket of his hickory shirt。  〃It's a matter of

businessHarkuttI〃  But he was obliged to stop here to wipe

his face and forehead with the ends of a loose handkerchief tied

round his throat。  From the action; and what could be seen of his

pale; exhausted face; it was evident that the moisture upon it was

beads of perspiration; and not the rain which some abnormal heat of

his body was converting into vapor from his sodden garments as he

stood there。



〃I've got a document here;〃 he began again; producing a roll of

paper tremblingly from his pocket; 〃that I'd like you to glance

over; and perhaps you'd〃  His voice; which had been feverishly

exalted; here broke and rattled with a cough。



Billings; Wingate; and Peters fell apart and looked out of the

window。  〃It's too dark to read anything now; 'Lige;〃 said Harkutt;

with evasive good humor; 〃and I ain't lightin' up to…night。〃



〃But I can tell you the substance of it;〃 said the man; with a

faintness that however had all the distinctness of a whisper; 〃if

you'll just step inside a minute。  It's a matter of importance and

a bargain〃



〃I reckon we must be goin';〃 said Billings to the others; with

marked emphasis。  〃We're keepin' Harkutt from shuttin' up。〃  〃Good…

night!〃  〃Good…night!〃 added Peters and Wingate; ostentatiously

following Billings hurriedly through the door。  〃So long!〃



The door closed behind them; leaving Harkutt alone with his

importunate intruder。  Possibly his resentment at his customers'

selfish abandonment of him at this moment developed a vague spirit

of opposition to them and mitigated his feeling towards 'Lige。  He

groped his way to the counter; struck a match; and lit a candle。

Its feeble rays faintly illuminated the pale; drawn face of the

applicant; set in a tangle of wet; unkempt; party…colored hair。  It

was not the face of an ordinary drunkard; although tremulous and

sensitive from some artificial excitement; there was no ENGORGEMENT

or congestion in the features or complexion; albeit they were

morbid and unhealthy。  The expression was of a suffering that was

as much mental as physical; and yet in some vague way appeared

unmeaningand unheroic。



〃I want to see you about selling my place on the creek。  I want you

to take it off my hands for a bargain。  I want to get quit of it;

at once; for just enough to take me out o' this。  I don't want any

profit; only money enough to get away。〃  His utterance; which had a

certain kind of cultivation; here grew thick and harsh again; and

he looked eagerly at the bottle which stood on the counter。



〃Look here; 'Lige;〃 said Harkutt; not unkindly。  〃It's too late to

do anythin' tonight。  You come in to…morrow。〃  He would have added

〃when you're sober;〃 but for a trader's sense of politeness to a

possible customer; and probably some doubt of the man's actual

condition。



〃God knows where or what I may be tomorrow!  It would kill me to go

back and spend another night as the last; if I don't kill myself on

the way to do it。〃



Harkutt's face darkened grimly。  It was indeed as Billings had

said。  The pitiable weakness of the man's manner not only made his

desperation inadequate and ineffective; but even lent it all the

cheapness of acting。  And; as if to accent his simulation of a

part; his fingers; feebly groping in his shirt bosom; slipped

aimlessly and helplessly from the shining handle of a pistol in his

pocket to wander hesitatingly towards the bottle on the counter。



Harkutt took the bottle; poured out a glass of the liquor; and

pushed it before his companion; who drank it eagerly。  Whether it

gave him more confidence; or his attention was no longer diverted;

he went on more collectedly and cheerfully; and with no trace of

his previous desperation in his manner。  〃Come; Harkutt; buy my

place。  It's a bargain; I tell you。  I'll sell it cheap。  I only

want enough to get away with。  Give me twenty…five dollars and it's

yours。  See; there's the papersthe quitclaimall drawn up and

signed。〃  He drew the roll of paper from his pocket again;

apparently forgetful of the adjacent weapon。



〃Look here; 'Lige;〃 said Harkutt; with a business…like straightening

of his lips; 〃I ain't buyin' any land in Tasajara;least of all

yours on the creek。  I've got more invested here already than I'll

ever get back again。  But I tell you what I'll do。  You say you

can't go back to your shanty。  Well; seein' how rough it is outside;

and that the waters of the creek are probably all over the trail by

this time; I reckon you're about right。  Now; there's five dollars!〃

He laid down a coin sharply on the counter。  〃Take that and go over

to Rawlett's and get a bed and some supper。  In the mornin' you may

be able to strike up a trade with somebody elseor change your

mind。  How did you get here?  On your hoss?〃



〃Yes。〃



〃He ain't starved yet?〃



〃No; he can eat grass。  I can't。〃



Either the liquor or Harkutt's practical unsentimental treatment of

the situation seemed to give him confidence。  He met Harkutt's eye

more steadily as the latter went on。  〃You kin turn your hoss for

the night into my stock corral next to Rawlett's。  It'll save you

payin' for fodder and stablin'。〃



The man took up the coin with a certain slow gravity which was

almost like dignity。  〃Thank you;〃 he said; laying the paper on the

counter。  〃I'll leave that as security。〃



〃Don't want it; 'Lige;〃 said Harkutt; pushing it back。



〃I'd rather leave it。〃



〃But suppose you have a chance to sell it to somebody at Rawlett's?〃

continued Harkutt; with a precaution that seemed ironical。



〃I don't think there's much chance of that。〃



He remained quiet; looking at Harkutt with an odd expression as he

rubbed the edge of the coin that he held between his fingers

abstractedly on the counter。  Something in his gazerather perhaps

the apparent absence of anything in it approximate to the present

occasionwas beginning to affect Harkutt with a vague uneasiness。

Providentially a resumed onslaught of wind and rain against the

panes effected a diversion。  〃Come;〃 he said; with brisk

practicality; 〃you'd better hurry on to Rawlett's before it gets

worse。  Have your clothes dried by his fire; take suthin' to eat;

and you'll be all right。〃  He rubbed his hands cheerfully; as if

summarily disposing of the situation; and incidentally of all

'Lige's troubles; and walked with him to the door。  Nevertheless;

as the man's look remained unchanged; he hesitated a moment with

his hand on the handle; in the hope that he would say something;

even if only to repeat his appeal; but he did not。  Then Harkutt

opened the door; the man moved mechanically out; and at the

distance of a few feet seemed to melt into the rain and darkness。

Harkutt remained for a moment with his face pressed against the

glass。  After an interval he thought he heard the faint splash of

hoofs in the shallows of the road; he opened the door softly and

looked out。



The light had disappeared from the nearest house; only an uncertain

bulk of shapeless shadows remained。  Other remoter and more vague

outlines near the horizon seemed to have a funereal suggestion of

tombs and grave mounds; and onea low shed near the roadlooked

not unlike a halted bier。  He hurriedly put up the shutters in a

momentary lulling of the wind; and re…entering the store began to

fasten them from within。



While thus engaged an inner door behind the counter opened softly

and cautiously; projecting a brighter light into the deserted

apartment from some sacred domestic interior with the warm and

wholesome incense of cooking。  It served to introduce also the

equally agreeable presence of a young girl; who; after assuring

herself of the absence of every one but the proprietor; idly

slipped into the store; and placing her rounded elbows; from which

her sleeves were uprolled; upon the counter; leaned lazily upon

them; with both hands supporting her dimpled chin; and gazed

indolently at him; so indolently that; with her pretty face once

fixed in this comfortable attitude; she was constrained to follow

his movements with her eyes alone; and often at an uncomfortable

angle。  It was evident that she offered the final but charming

illustration of the enfeebling listlessness of Sidon。



〃So those loafers have gone at last;〃 she said; meditatively。

〃They'll take root here some day; pop。  The idea of three strong

men like that lazing round for two mortal hours doin' nothin'。

Well!〃  As if to emphasize her disgust she threw her whole weight

upon the counter by swinging her feet from the floor to touch the

shelves behind her。



Mr。 Harkutt only replied by a slight grunt as he continued to screw

on the shutters。



〃Want me to help you; dad?〃 she said; without moving。



Mr。 Harkutt muttered something unintelligible; which; however;

seemed to imply a negative; and her attention here feebly wandered

to the roll of paper; and she began slowly and lazily to read it

aloud。



〃'For value received; I hereby sell; assign; and transfer to Daniel

D。 Harkutt all my right; titles and interest in; and to the

undivided half of; Quarter Section 4; Range 5; Tasajara Township'

humhum;〃 she murmured; running her eyes to the bottom of the

page。  〃Why; Lord!  It's that 'Lige Curtis!〃 she laughed。  〃The

idea of HIM having property!  Why; dad; you ain't been THAT silly!〃



〃Put down that paper; miss;〃 he said; aggrievedly; 〃bring the

candle here; and help me to find one of these infernal screws

that's dropped。〃



The girl indolently disengaged herself from the counter and Elijah

Curtis's transfer; and brought the candle to her father。  The screw

was presently found and the last fastening secured。  〃Supper

gettin' cold; dad;〃 she said; with a slight yawn。  Her father

sympathetically responded by stretching himself from his stooping

position; and the two passed through the private door into inner

domesticity; leaving the already forgotten paper lying with other

articles of barter on the counter。





CHAPTER II。





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