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The shock of her discovery of an hour ago was still too fresh in Rouletta's memory; it was still too new and too agitating to permit of orderly thought, yet there it stood, stark and dismaying. This woodsman loved her, no longer as a sister, but as the one woman of his choice. As yet she could not reconcile herself to such a state of affairs; her attempts to do so filled her with mixed emotions.
I mak' fire queeck an' cook de breakfas', den you' nose goin' work all right. I got beeg s'prise for dat li'l nose to-day." The top of Rouletta's head, her eyes, then her mouth, came cautiously out from hiding. "What is it, 'Poleon? Something to eat?" "Sapre! What I tol' you?
Poor 'Poleon! Why had this come to him? Rouletta's throat swelled; tears not of the wind or the cold stood in her eyes once again; an aching tenderness and pity welled up from her heart. She became conscious finally that her body was growing numb, so she bestirred herself. She had taken but a step or two, however, when some movement in the shadows close at hand arrested her.
Well, I talked with him, an' all I got to say is this: keep Courteau away from him or there's one Count you'll lose count of. The boy's got pizen in him, an' I don't blame him none. If I was him I'd make that Frog hop. You hear me." 'Poleon met Rouletta's worried glance with a reassuring smile. "I been t'inkin' 'bout dat, too. W'at you say I go pardners wit' him, eh?
Rouletta's eyes had become misty at Miller's indirect tribute to her father; nevertheless, she summoned a smile and went on: "He never borrowed, and neither will I. If you can't put me to work I'll try somewhere else." "How did you get down from White Horse?" Miller inquired, curiously. "'Poleon Doret brought me." "I know Doret. He's aces." "Can you really deal?" Best broke in. "Come.
Rouletta's face was transformed; there was a great gladness in her eyes a gladness half obscured by tears. "Double and quit. Oh I've dreamed of quitting so often! You've made me very happy, dad." Royal, who knew this girl's dreams as well as he knew his own, felt a lump in his throat.
The Rouletta's deck-load was dissolving; a moment or two and she turned completely around, then drifted free. "Why they brought the GIRL along!" cried the Countess, in growing dismay. "Sam Kirby should have had better sense. He ought to be hung " From the tents and boats along the bank, from the village above, people were assembling hurriedly, a babel of oaths, of shouts arose.
"Yes, Agnes is all of that, but" Rouletta's eyes were dancing "she minds her own business and she'll guard the bank-roll." Lucky Broad and Kid Bridges had found employment at the Rialto soon after it opened. As they passed the gold-scales on their way to work Pierce Phillips halted them. "I've some good news for you, Lucky," he announced. "You've lost your job." "Who, me?" Broad was incredulous.
It's all too wretched, too terrible " Rouletta's voice broke; she hid her face in her hands. For a moment there was silence; then the elder woman exclaimed, harshly, peremptorily: "Tell me everything. Quick! There's a reason why I must know all about it." Drawing Rouletta into her room, she forced her into a chair, then stood over her while the latter repeated the story in greater detail. "So!
"That sounds like an allopathic sermon of some sort," said Pierce, "but I can't see just how it applies to me. However, I'll think it over. You're a brick, Miss Kirby, and I'm sorry if you had an unpleasant moment." He took Rouletta's hand and held it while he stared at her with a frank, contemplative gaze. "You're an unusual person, and you're about the nicest girl I've met.
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