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Claire shivered, then, and the strength seemed to go from the steady

arms that had supported Dlorus's head. Dusk had sneaked up on them; the

clearing was full of swimming grayness, and between the woman's screams,

the woods crackled. Each time Dlorus spoke, her screech was like that of

an animal in the woods, and round about them crept such sinister echoes

that Milt kept wanting to look back over his shoulder.

"Yes," sighed Claire at last, "perhaps we'd better go."

"If you go, I'll kill myself! Take me to Mr. Kloh! Oh, he was---- My

husband, Mr. Kloh. Oh, so good. Only he didn't understand a lady has to

have her good times, and Pink danced so well----"

Dlorus sprang up, flung into the cabin, stood in the dimness of the

doorway, holding a butcher knife and clamoring, "I will! I'll kill

myself if you leave me! Take me down to Mr. Kloh, at North Yakima,

tonight!"

Milt sauntered toward her.

"Don't you get flip, young man! I mean it! And I'll kill you----"

Most unchivalrously, quite out of the picture of gray grief, Milt

snapped, "That'll be about enough of you! Here! Gimme that knife!"

She dropped the knife, sniveling, "Oh Gawd, somebody's always bullying

me! And all I wanted was a good time!"

Claire herded her into the cabin. "We'll take you to your

husband--tonight. Come, let's wash up, and I'll help you put on your

prettiest dress."

"Honest, will you?" cried the woman, in high spirits, all grief put

aside. "I got a dandy China silk dress, and some new white kid shoes!

My, Mr. Kloh, he won't hardly know me. He'll take me back. I know how to

handle him. That'll be swell, going back in an automobile. And I got a

new hair-comb, with genuine Peruvian diamonds. Say, you aren't kidding

me along?"

In the light of the lantern Milt had kindled, Claire looked

questioningly at him. Both of them shrugged. Claire promised, "Yes.

Tonight. If we can make it."

"And will you jolly Mr. Kloh for me? Gee, I'll be awfully scared of him.

I swear, I'll wash his dishes and everything. He's a good man. He----

Say, he ain't seen my new parasol, neither!"