shakes, of a sudden.

"'No, no. We'll wait here.'

"At last she come out, steppin' high. When she moved she rustled and
rattled like she wore sandpaper at the ankles.

"Say, she was royal! She carried the youngster in her arms, sound
asleep, and it wasn't till she stepped under the gaslight that she
seen us.

"'Oh!' she cried, and went white as the lace of her cloak. Then she
hugged the kiddie clost to her, standing straight and queenly, her
eyes ablaze, her lips moist, and red, and scornful.

"God, she was grand--but him? He looked like a barnacle.

"'Olive!' says he, bull-froggy, and that's all. Just quit like a dog
and ate her up by long-distance eyesight. Lord! Nobody would have
knowed him for the same man that called the crookedest gamblers on
the Yukon, and bolted newspaper men raw. He had ingrowing language.
It oozed out through his pores till he dreened like a harvest hand.
I'd have had her in my arms in two winks, so that all hell and a
policeman couldn't have busted my holt till she'd said she loved me.

"She shrivelled him with a look, the likes of which ain't strayed
over the Mason-Dixon line since Lee surrendered, and swept by us,
invitin' an' horspitable as an iceberg in a cross sea. Her cab door
slammed, and I yanked Morrow out of there, more dead than alive.