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"How well you look," said Fanny, rather lamely. "It's the clothes," said Heyl, and began to revolve slowly, coyly, hands out, palms down, eyelids drooping, in delicious imitation of those ladies whose business it is to revolve thus for fashion. "Clancy, you idiot! All these people! Stop it!" "But get the grace! Get the easy English hang, at once so loose and so clinging."
Her heart was hammering suffocatingly. Her lungs ached. She stopped, trembling. Then she remembered. The altitude, of course. Heyl had boasted that his cabin stood at an altitude of over nine thousand feet. Well, she would have to get used to it. But she was soon striding forward as briskly as before. She was a natural mountain dweller.
She dusted her shoes with a bit of rag, regarded herself steadily in the wavering mirror, and went in. The two men were talking quietly. Albert Edward was moving deftly from stove to table. They both looked up as she came in, and she looked at Heyl. Their eyes held. Albert Edward was as sporting a gentleman as the late dear king whose name he bore. He went out to tend Heyl's horse, he said.
Good wishes. As if all those flowers weren't enough." "Mm," said Ella. She and Heyl descended the gang-way, and stood at the dock's edge, looking rather foolish and uncertain, as people do at such times. There followed a few moments of scramble, of absurdly shouted last messages, of bells, and frantic waving of handkerchiefs.
They sent me to Colorado, a lonely kid, with a pretty fair chance of dying, and I would have, if it hadn't been for you. There! How's that for a burst of speech, young woman! And wait a minute. Remember, too, my name was Clarence. I had that to live down." Fanny was staring at him eyes round, lips parted. "But why?" she said, faintly. "Why?" Heyl smiled that singularly winning smile of his.
The train leaves" she glanced at her wrist "in two minutes, thank Heaven, and this will be your last chance." "All right," said Heyl. "I have got something to say. Do you wear hatpins?" "Hatpins!" blankly. "Not with this small hat, but what " "That means you're defenseless.
Heyl, steel-muscled, took the hills like a chamois. Once they crossed hands atop a dune and literally skated down it, right, left, right, left, shrieking with laughter, and ending in a heap at the bottom. "In the name of all that's idiotic!" shouted Heyl. "Silk stockings! What in thunder made you wear silk stockings! At the sand dunes! Gosh!"
The greatest piece of luck I've had in a month." He busied himself with the ham and eggs and the teapot. "Hungry?" "Not a bit," said Fanny and Heyl, together. "H'm," said Albert Edward, and broke six eggs into the frying pan just the same. After supper they aided Albert Edward in the process of washing up.
"Bring him in in twenty minutes," she said, grimly. She hoped he wouldn't be too rude to Heyl, and turned back to her work again. Thirty-nine seconds later Clarence Heyl walked in. "Hello, Fan!" he said, and had her limp hand in a grip that made her wince. "But I told " "Yes, I know. But he's a crushed and broken office boy by now. I had to be real harsh with him."
That blow makes you see stars, bright lights, and fancy colors. They use it in the comic papers." "You ARE crazy," said Fanny, as though at last assured of a long-suspected truth. The train began to move, almost imperceptibly. "Run!" she cried. Heyl sped up the aisle. At the door he turned. "It's called an uppercut," he shouted to the amazement of the other passengers. And leaped from the train.
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