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Updated: June 17, 2025
"I'd have more respect for you than for the Sheriff," she answered succinctly. "Hurrah! Whoopee! Whoop!" yelled the men, who were delighted both with what she said as well as her pert way of saying it. It was in the midst of these shouts that Billy Jackrabbit and Wowkle, unobserved by the others, quietly stole into the room and squatted themselves down under the blackboard.
"No offence, Wowkle," she went on thoughtfully, a moment later, "but I want you to put your best foot forward when you're waitin' on table to-night. This here company o' mine's a man o' idees. Oh, he knows everythin'! Sort of a damme style." Wowkle gave no sign of having heard her mistress' words, but kept right on tidying the room.
"Ugh!" came from Wowkle, at that moment closing the door which Johnson had left ajar. At the sound of the woman's voice Johnson wheeled round quickly. And then, to his great surprise, he saw that the Girl was not alone as he had expected to find her.
For some moments the Girl continued to fumble among her possessions in the bureau drawer; at last she brought forth an orange-coloured satin ribbon, which she placed in the Indian woman's hands with her prettiest smile, saying: "Here, Wowkle, you can have that to fix up for the weddin'." Wowkle's eyes glowed with appreciation.
Nevertheless, it was not without several ouches and moans that, finally, she stood upon her feet. "Say, Wowkle, how do you think he'll like 'em? How do they look? They feel awful!" she rattled on with a pained look on her face.
Slowly, stealthily, Jackrabbit left the cabin, the two women, though for different reasons, watching him go until the door had closed behind him. "Now, Wowkle," said the Girl, turning to her with a smile, "it's for two to-night." Wowkle's eyelashes twinkled up inquisitorially. "Huh?" "Yep." Wowkle's eyes narrowed to pin-points. "Come anotha? Never before come anotha," was her significant comment.
Johnson's heart was too full for utterance; he could only think of his own happiness. The next instant the Girl called to Wowkle to bring the candle, while she, still eager and animated, her eyes bright, her lips curving in a smile, took up a cigar and handed it to him, saying: "One o' your real Havanas!" "But I" began Johnson, protestingly.
"Does it look like an effort, Wowkle?" she asked, trying to get her hands into them. "Ugh!" was the Indian woman's comment at the very moment that a knock came upon the door. "Two plates," she added with a groan, and started for the cupboard. Meanwhile the Girl continued with her primping and preening, her hands flying back and forth like an automaton from her waist-line to her stockings.
"Never you mind." The Girl voiced the reprimand without the twitching of an eyelid; and then as she hung up her cape upon the wardrobe, she added: "Pick up the room, Wowkle!"
"Listen," said the determined lover, pleading for a kiss as he would have pleaded for his very life. It was at this juncture that Wowkle, silently, stealthily, emerged from the cupboard and made her way over to the door. Her feet were heavily moccasined and she was blanketed in a stout blanket of gay colouring.
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