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But by this time Jim's thoughts had become more and more confused, and his brain was refusing to act coherently. Flashes of lurid light passed before his eyes, and the horrible feeling of suffocation became ever more and more acute.
"I usually act much worse than I have to-night, but I like you. I like you differently understand? Not like the other girls. You're so beautiful! Makes me dizzy. You forgive my little joke, eh?" "What joke?" "Meeting you the way I did to-night. Jim's nice boy obliged to him." "I see. Then it was all planned?" He nodded vehemently and nearly lost his balance. "How much did you pay him?"
"I wrapped her in her pink thingamagig, and she's right here in Jim's room, getting her first bath from her granny." "Really?" Julia whispered. "You wouldn't fool me?" "Listen to her!" Miss Wheaton said. "Now, my dear, don't you be nervous. You've got a perfectly lovely little girl, and you've come through SPLENDIDLY, and everything's fine.
They were so closely in touch with vital things, so tolerant. They cherished no political, social, and religious convictions to the exclusion of their fellow-men. Burton returned, swinging four featherless birds. The invasion of their camp did not surprise him. He greeted the strangers cheerfully, and held the birds up for Jim's inspection. 'Our breakfast, he said. 'Fat 'n young.
"Why, yes, I do," agreed the engineer, "whenever there is a chance. It makes you feel like a human being after the grease and grime of the engine room." "Something in that," admitted Jim. "Well, let's hike." Jim's persistence was rewarded in a short time, when they came to the boundary of the wood.
"Miss Doane," he said enthusiastically, "start all the asylums red, black, or yellow that you want. Take the whole African race if you want to, and I'll see that you get cooks enough for them." Mary Deane laughed the laugh of a happy woman who has come into her own. "And, Miss Doane," she added, "we'll do better than that. Rastus isn't your colored baby any more. He's Jim's and mine.
The next morning McNiven found Charity at his office when he arrived. She had evidently been awake all night. She told McNiven a story that agreed in the essentials with Jim's except that she made herself out the fool where he had blamed himself. McNiven had no success in trying to quiet her with soothing promises of a tame conclusion. She dreaded Kedzie.
"Take that back, too, you blackguard!" Jim's voice was beginning to shake. "Take nothin' back, 'cept Lou! What's she doin' with you, anyway? Might ha' knowed she was this sort " He got no further, for something landed like a hammer upon his nose and the blood streamed down between his thick lips, choking him.
He followed Jim's gaze and said softly: "That flag it heap pretty but wherever Injun see it he see sorrow and death for Injun." Jim answered slowly: "Perhaps we're being paid for what we've done to you, Suma-theek. The white tribe that made the flag is going, just as we have made you go. The flag will always look the same, but the dream it was made to tell will go."
It must not be supposed that Jim's dutiful echoes of Margery's regret at her precipitate marriage were all gospel; and there is no doubt that his private intention, after telling the dairy-farmer what had happened, was to ask his temporary assent to her caprice, till, in the course of time, she should be reasoned out of her whims and induced to settle down with Jim in a natural manner.
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