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Jo was merely trying to make conversation, for she could think of little to say that she thought might touch a responsive cord in the fluffy girl from the city. Jerkline Jo was a man's woman. She could talk about almost anything that other women could not bring into their conversation.
I always knew you were there when you talked to me up in Frisco." For several minutes, while bartenders worked frantically to supply Jo's big order, Tweet and Lucy talked, and Hiram watched Jo. Then Tweet excused himself and hurried away after some man a prospective citizen of Ragtown, no doubt and Lucy turned to Hiram. "So that's Jerkline Jo, is it?" she said half scornfully.
Jerkline Jo's face was radiant with color, but she said softly: "And I want my man to be a fighter. It's in my blood, it seems." They said nothing more about it then, but each knew that love had spoken, and the unfriendly desert seemed a delectable land. In camp that night Blink Keddie made a confession.
You're a big, clean-minded, simple-souled man. I'll help you all I can." Hiram's experience with Lucy Dalles, and now with this splendid girl called Jerkline Jo, might have turned the head of a more sophisticated male. But the big woods of the North teach a man his insignificance in the scheme of life, teach him honesty and simplicity of heart and sincerity.
"Well, we'll befriend him to the grade, anyway, and I guess that then he'll be obliged to shift for himself. If freight were moving freely, and every day, I might manage to use him but that won't be the case at first. So we'll have to bid him good-by at the camps. I have an idea he can take care of himself." Jerkline Jo glanced at her leather-protected wrist watch.
If you're jerkline skinners that have followed railroad work you ought to've heard o' Jerkline Jo. Usta be monakered 'Gypo Jo." "We're not railroaders," said Mr. Tweet glibly. "We're from Mendocino County the big woods you know. But we can skin 'em for Jerkline Jo or any other man." "I'll take a chance," said the clerk briskly.
She was not greatly frightened, merely stunned and bewildered. What on earth could be the meaning of such an act, was the question that kept uppermost in her thoughts as she felt herself borne swiftly along through the dripping forest. Meantime, Hiram Hooker had looked back to watch Jerkline Jo's whites round the curve.
Le's figger it out fer the rest o' the trip, Jo. There's not over six places where one vehicle can pass another. Now what we gotta do is string out our outfit so's none o' us'll hit one o' those places when the machines are comin'. Say, we can hold 'em up till " "Heine," said Jerkline Jo quietly, "is that your idea of business." "Course it is. Stick it to the Al Drummond, Jo!
I got some dope from him about this country we're makin' for; and puttin' what I heard from him with what Jerkline Jo has told me, I gets a grand scheme. It'll put me in on the ground floor, if things break right and then Oh, boy! Richard will be himself again!" "Tell me about it!" "Too deep for you, my son. You'd never savvy the ins and outs.
Despite the fact that she was making money fast and that he was working for her at ninety dollars a month, Hiram had not before looked upon her as entirely out of his reach. He was learning fast, and had lost much of his backwoods uncouthness. He loved Jerkline Jo as only a big-hearted, simple-souled man can love a woman.
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