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Her lips were parted, and her eyes fixed on him, nor did she move, or speak. "Yu' have to know it," said he. "I have killed Trampas." "Oh, thank God!" she said; and he found her in his arms. Long they embraced without speaking, and what they whispered then with their kisses, matters not. Thus did her New England conscience battle to the end, and, in the end, capitulate to love.
After which both of them looked at me. There had been silence over in the corner; but now the man Trampas spoke again. "AND ten," said he, sliding out some chips from before him. Very strange it was to hear him, how he contrived to make those words a personal taunt. The Virginian was looking at his cards. He might have been deaf. "AND twenty," said the next player, easily.
"It will just do nothing but scare her." "Go and tell her at once." "I expected you was going to tell me to run away from Trampas. I can't do that, yu' know." The bishop did know. Never before in all his wilderness work had he faced such a thing. He knew that Trampas was an evil in the country, and that the Virginian was a good.
Shorty's money was now in the pocket of Trampas. But he had one valuable possession in the world left to him, and that was his horse Pedro. "Good pony of yours," said Balaam to him now, from across Butte Creek. Then he struck his own horse in the jaw because he held back from coming to the water as the other had done. "Your trace ain't unhitched," commented the Virginian, pointing.
That's very true. Trampas has led him in deeper than his stature can stand. Now back East you can be middling and get along.
This day he preferred his own thoughts to my conversation, and so he did all the days of this first journey; while I should have greatly preferred his conversation to my thoughts. He dismissed some attempts that I made upon the subject of Uncle Hughey so that I had not the courage to touch upon Trampas, and that chill brief collision which might have struck the spark of death. Trampas!
"Sit quiet," said the dealer, scornfully to the man near me. "Can't you see he don't want to push trouble? He has handed Trampas the choice to back down or draw his steel." Then, with equal suddenness and ease, the room came out of its strangeness.
He'd been used to feeding the cat, and she'd sit in his lap and purr, he told me. He sends money back to that girl now. This hyeh country is no country for Shorty, for he will be a conspicuous novice all his days." "Perhaps he'll prefer honesty after his narrow shave," I said. But the Virginian shook his head. "Trampas has got hold of him."
This favor I accepted; it was the means he chose for saying he hoped, after our recent boiling over, that all was now more than right between us. So for the while I left him to his horses, and his corrals, and his Trampas, and his foreman, and his imminent problem. Judge and Mrs.
First point. I didn't expect to do Trampas any good by not killin' him, which I came pretty near doin' three times. Nor I didn't expect to do Trampas any good by lettin' him keep his job. But I am foreman of this ranch. And I can sit and tell all men to their face: 'I was above that meanness. Point two: it ain't any GOODNESS, it is TRAMPAS that badness has resulted from.
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