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But whatever would have been the Indian woman's observation on the subject of tight shoes in general and those of her mistress in particular, she was not permitted to make it, for the Girl, now hobbling over towards the bureau, went on to announce with sudden determination: "Say, Wowkle, I'm a-goin' the whole hog!
Vexed and flustered, the Girl turned upon him a trifle irritably with: "Git! Git, I tell you!" "But I'm in grite trouble, Miss," began The Sidney Duck, tearfully. "The boys are back they missed that road agent Ramerrez and now they're taking it out of me. If if you'd only speak a word for me, Miss." "No " began the Girl, and stopped. The next instant she ordered Wowkle to shut the window.
Then all at once the Girl rose and took the chair facing his, the table between them as at first. "Wowkle, serve the coffee!" again she called. Immediately, Wowkle emerged from the cupboard, took the coffee-pot from the fire and filled the cups that had been kept warm on the fireplace base, and after placing a cup beside each plate she squatted down before the fire in watchful silence.
By this time Wowkle's soft tread had ceased, her duties for the night were over, and she stood at the table waiting to be dismissed. "Wowkle, git to your wigwam!" suddenly ordered her mistress, watching her until she disappeared into the cupboard; but she did not see the Indian woman's lips draw back in a half-grin as she closed the door behind her. "Oh, you're sending her away!
"Was it Fate or the back trail?" again queried the Girl. "It was Fate," calmly reiterated the man, and looked her fairly in the eye. The cloud disappeared from the Girl's face. "Serve the coffee, Wowkle!" she called almost instantly. And then it was that she saw that no chair had been placed at the table for him. She sprang to her feet, exclaiming: "Oh, Lordy, you ain't got no chair yet to "
Nevertheless the Girl lit a match for him from the candle which Wowkle held up to her, and, while the latter returned the candle to the mantel, Johnson lighted his cigar from the burning match between her fingers. "Oh, Girl, how I'd love to know you!" he suddenly cried with the fire of love in his eyes.
It filtered in through the crevices of the walls and doors; the lights flickered; the curtains swayed; and the cabin itself rocked uncertainly until it seemed as if it would be uprooted. It was all over in a minute. In fact, the wind had died away almost simultaneously with the Girl's loud cry of "Wowkle, hist the winder!"
"We pe'ish in um ho'r," suddenly repeated Jackrabbit, half-singing, half-speaking the words, and rising quickly started for the door. At the table, however, he halted and inquired: "All right go missionary to-morrow get marry huh?" Wowkle hesitated, then rose, and finally started slowly towards him.
Dumbfounded, the woman and the man stood gaping at her. Wowkle was the first to regain her composure, and bending over the table she turned up the light. "Hello, Billy Jackrabbit!" greeted the Girl, breezily. "Fixed it?" "Me fix," he grunted. "That's good! Now git!" ordered the Girl in the same happy tone that had characterised her greeting.
"Miss nothin'!" snapped back the Girl, tugging away at the slippers; in desperation once more she ordered: "Wowkle, close the winder! Close the winder!" The Sidney Duck glowered at her. He had expected her intercession on his behalf and could not understand this new attitude of hers toward him. "Public 'ouse jide!" he retorted furiously, and slammed the window.
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