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Updated: May 4, 2025
She could think upon him only in superlatives. He was fearless and he was unselfish; he was kind and generous and as honest-hearted as God's own clear sunshine. She knew now, suddenly and for the first time, because he had shown her, what the simple word man meant. How far apart he stood from such as Brodie, the beast! How high above such as Gratton!
She didn't say anything about Ben comin'; she did say, though, the missis would be along pretty soon." Gloria and Gratton here? King frowned. He had had ample time during the long weeks since the twelfth of August to decide that he had nothing to say to Gloria Gaynor. And now she was here with Gratton. He turned into Jim's quarters.
Her attitude was spontaneous, unaffected, and hence unconsciously one of polite indifference. Suddenly Gratton, fume as he would, had become of not the least importance. "You said that you would marry me. Not a dozen minutes ago." "Did I?" she demanded coolly. "Are you quite sure I said that?" "Look here, Miss Gloria."
She knew that the time had come when she would have to listen to what Gratton was going to say; she knew what the burden of his plea would be she knew everything, she thought wildly, except what her answer would be. She heard Gratton stirring restlessly downstairs. He walked up and down, snapping his fingers incessantly, a habit which in the man bespoke nervousness.
He has tried to get me into a nasty situation; he will do all that he can to promote scandal. But I want him to know that he will, in the end of it all, have my father to reckon with and my friends." Again she looked swiftly at King and again Gratton writhed at the look. "Papa will not be here to-night; he is hurt and in Coloma, and I'll give you his message soon. But " "You saw your father!
Gloria had come alone into the forest with Mark King. She had been with him all these days and nights. But she and King had quarrelled; tired of each other already, perhaps. Gratton did not care what the reason was; he was gloatingly satisfied with the outcome. He had always coveted her; it took much to stir his pale blood, and only the superb beauty of Gloria Gaynor had ever fully done so.
Gratton paced back and forth, whirling always abreast of the stairs, looking up expectantly. Steve Jarrold, the man whom Gloria had heard laugh, never budged from the spot where he had landed when entering the living-room; his wide, spraddled legs seemed rooted through the big feet into the floor.
Oddly enough, King knew personally or by repute each of the men before him with the single exception of the man who had paid in full for his own or some one else's crime of stealing food at a time when food meant a chance for life. To begin with, there was Swen Brodie and there was Gratton. There was Benny, who had done the killing, a degenerate, a morphine addict, and a thorough-going scoundrel.
Tell me, quick! I am nearly dead with worry. Are you all right?" "Of course, mamma. "But where are you? Where were you all night? Are you sure everything is all right?" Never had Gloria known her extremely clear-headed mother to be so wildly disturbed, so nervously incoherent. "I have told you I am all right. I am up in the mountains, at our log house. Didn't Mr. Gratton tell you ?" "Mr. Gratton?"
"I demand to know what word Gaynor sent " "Will you have him go, Mark?" said Gloria. "He sickens me." King, unleashed by her words, took a quick step forward. "Gratton," he said, "you'd better go." Gratton, rising to fresh fury, shouted at him: "And leave you and her here? Alone? All night "
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