The Mucker
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第48章

And then came the last straw--tears welled to those lovely eyes.A choking sob wracked the girl's frame--"And just when I was learning to trust you so!" she cried.

They had reached the top of the bank, now, and the man, still holding her in his arms, stood upon a mat of jungle grass beneath a great tree.Slowly he lowered her to her feet.The madness of desire still gripped him; but now there was another force at work combating the evil that had predominated before.

Theriere's words came back to him: "Good-bye, Byrne;take good care of Miss Harding," and his admission to the Frenchman during that last conversation with the dying man:

"--a week ago I guess I was a coward.Dere seems to be more'n one kind o' nerve--I'm just a-learnin' of the right kind, I guess."He had been standing with eyes upon the ground, his heavy hand still gripping the girl's arm.He looked into her face again.She was waiting there, her great eyes upon his filled with fear and questioning, like a prisoner before the bar awaiting the sentence of her judge.

As the man looked at Barbara Harding standing there before him he saw her in a strange new light, and a sudden realization of the truth flashed upon him.He saw that he could not harm her now, or ever, for he loved her!

And with the awakening there came to Billy Byrne the withering, numbing knowledge that his love must forever be a hopeless one--that this girl of the aristocracy could never be for such as he.

Barbara Harding, still looking questioningly at him, saw the change that came across his countenance--she saw the swift pain that shot to the man's eyes, and she wondered.His fingers released their grasp upon her arm.His hands fell limply to his sides.

"Don't be afraid," he said."Please don't be afraid o' me.Icouldn't hurt youse if I tried."

A deep sigh of relief broke from the girl's lips--relief and joy; and she realized that its cause was as much that the man had proved true to the new estimate she had recently placed upon him as that the danger to herself had passed.

"Come," said Billy Byrne, "we'd better move in a bit out o'

sight o' de mainland, an' look fer a place to make camp.Ireckon we'd orter rest here for a few days till we git in shape ag'in.I know youse must be dead beat, an' I sure am, all right, all right."Together they sought a favorable site for their new home, and it was as though the horrid specter of a few moments before had never risen to menace them, for the girl felt that a great burden of apprehension had been lifted forever from her shoulders, and though a dull ache gnawed at the mucker's heart, still he was happier than he had ever been before--happy to be near the woman he loved.

With the long sword of Oda Yorimoto, Billy Byrne cut saplings and bamboo and the fronds of fan palms, and with long tough grasses bound them together into the semblance of a rude hut.Barbara gathered leaves and grasses with which she covered the floor.

"Number One, Riverside Drive," said the mucker, with a grin, when the work was completed; "an' now I'll go down on de river front an' build de Bowery.""Oh, are you from New York?" asked the girl.

"Not on yer life," replied Billy Byrne."I'm from good ol'

Chi; but I been to Noo York twict wit de Goose Island Kid, an' so I knows all about it.De roughnecks belongs on de Bowery, so dat's wot we'll call my dump down by de river.

You're a highbrow, so youse gotta live on Riverside Drive, see?" and the mucker laughed at his little pleasantry.

But the girl did not laugh with him.Instead she looked troubled.

"Wouldn't you rather be a 'highbrow' too?" she asked, "and live up on Riverside Drive, right across the street from me?""I don't belong," said the mucker gruffly.

"Wouldn't you rather belong?" insisted the girl.

All his life Billy had looked with contempt upon the hated, pusillanimous highbrows, and now to be asked if he would not rather be one! It was unthinkable, and yet, strange to relate, he realized an odd longing to be like Theriere, and Billy Mallory; yes, in some respects like Divine, even.He wanted to be more like the men that the woman he loved knew best.

"It's too late fer me ever to belong, now," he said ruefully.

"Yeh gotta be borned to it.Gee! Wouldn't I look funny in wite pants, an' one o' dem dinky, little 'Willie-off-de-yacht'

lids?"

Even Barbara had to laugh at the picture the man's words raised to her imagination.

"I didn't mean that," she hastened to explain."I didn't mean that you must necessarily dress like them; but BE like them--act like them--talk like them, as Mr.Theriere did, you know.He was a gentleman.""An' I'm not," said Billy.

"Oh, I didn't mean THAT," the girl hastened to explain.

"Well, whether youse meant it or not, it's so," said the mucker."I ain't no gent--I'm a mucker.I have your word for it, you know--yeh said so that time on de Halfmoon, an' Iain't fergot it; but youse was right--I am a mucker.I ain't never learned how to be anything else.I ain't never wanted to be anything else until today.Now, I'd like to be a gent; but it's too late.""Won't you try?" asked the girl."For my sake?""Go to't," returned the mucker cheerfully; "I'd even wear side whiskers fer youse.""Horrors!" exclaimed Barbara Harding."I couldn't look at you if you did.""Well, then, tell me wot youse do want me to do."Barbara discovered that her task was to be a difficult one if she were to accomplish it without wounding the man's feelings;but she determined to strike while the iron was hot and risk offending him--why she should be interested in the regeneration of Mr.Billy Byrne it never once occurred to her to ask herself.She hesitated a moment before speaking.