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"Look here, Ri-Ri, I told you this was to be my dance! With all those outsiders cutting in Freeze them, Ri-Ri. Try a long, hard level look on the next one you see making your way. .
He seemed to feel it inextricably united with his own rightness of decision, and since he was inevitably right, so inevitably the path must disclose its desired character. But once or twice he paused and looked out over the way. Then, hopefully, Ri-Ri hung upon his expression, longing for reconsideration. But he never faltered, always on her approach he charged ahead again.
"Judas," said Johnny bitterly. He stared around once more, evading her eyes now, and then he moved over and sat down beside her, drawing out his cigarettes. Slowly he took one, tapped its end upon a rock, and lighted it. Then, the case still open, he looked inquiringly at her. "Smoke, Ri-Ri?" he questioned. "Ought to never too late to learn." She shook her head, smiling faintly.
All that way to supper!" said the young man. "Well, come on, then we got to make a dent in this." "Oh, are you sure are you sure that this is the right mountain?" Maria Angelina begged of him. "Don't I know Baldy?" he retorted. "We're just on another side of it from the others, I told you. Come on, Ri-Ri we'll soon smell the coffee boiling." She wished he had not mentioned coffee.
I could do something with that at the next show at the club." "If you will let me sit down, Signor " "I'm not crabbing the bench." "But I wish the place in the center." "What you 'fraid of, Ri-Ri?" Obligingly Johnny moved over. "Why, you have me tied hand and foot. I'm afraid to move a muscle for fear you'll tell me it isn't done in Italy."
No holding back of brambles, now. No helping over logs. Johnny was the pathfinder, oblivious, intent, and Ri-Ri, the pioneer woman, enduring as best she might. Up he drove, straight up the mountain side, and after him scrambled the girl, her fears voiceless in her throat, her heart pounding with exertion and anxiety like a ship's engine in her side. Time seemed interminable. There was no sun now.
She said levelly, "I'm sorry, too. I did not understand." "I didn't understand, either." Both stood silent. Then he spoke in a hurried, even a flurried way in a very low tone indeed. "But I I didn't mean to be a quitter. Look here, I didn't realize that it was just the look of things you were after and not my my " "Your money, Signor?" said Ri-Ri clearly. He grew red.
Even if if you had not cared " Her voice broke again. "You little nut." Johnny's tones had altered. More mildly he went on, "I don't quite get you, Ri-Ri, and I don't think you get me. It isn't up to me to do any marrying, if that's honestly what's worrying you. And I'm not going to be stampeded, if that's what you're trying to do. .
But Ri-Ri gave this an absent smile. For long, now, she had been leading up to this talk and she felt herself upon the brink of revelations. .
To Ri-Ri it seemed irrevocable things were being said. But she still held lightly away from him, resisting the clumsy pull of his arm. He hesitated laughed oddly. "It ought to be against the law for any girl to look the way you do, Ri-Ri." He laughed again. "I wonder if you know how the deuce you do look?" "Perhaps it is the moonlight, Signor."
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