Part 25 (2/2)

”Did you ever see the likes o' that Jerkline Jo?” he said admiringly.

”What a woman, Hiram! She can get away with anything, and there ain't a stiff on the grade that would think any the worse of her for it.

She's pure-hearted and clean-minded, and everybody knows it and treats her like the lady she is. But say---- For Heaven's sake! Look who's here!”

His steel-blue eyes had taken in Lucy, who stood studying Jerkline Jo, the center of a crowd of rough, appreciative men who wrung her hands right and left.

Lucy turned and flashed Tweet a bright smile. ”I remember you, o'

course,” she said, shaking hands. ”They tell me you hit the ball an awful bang down here in Ragtown. I always knew you were there when you talked to me up in Frisco.”

For several minutes, while bartenders worked frantically to supply Jo's big order, Tweet and Lucy talked, and Hiram watched Jo. Then Tweet excused himself and hurried away after some man--a prospective citizen of Ragtown, no doubt--and Lucy turned to Hiram.

”So that's Jerkline Jo, is it?” she said half scornfully. ”What is she, Hiram?”

”A lady,” said Hiram with a dangerous note of warning in his tones.

Lucy sensed it and shrugged. ”Maybe she is,” she said lightly. ”I don't know anything about her beyond what I've heard, of course--except that she's a heart-breaker--a man-killer. But what's she doing here?”

she could not help tacking on.

”I might come back and ask you what you're doing here,” Hiram retorted coldly.

Lucy shrugged. ”Oh, I don't make any pretenses of piety--now,” she said significantly. Then, casting a defiant glance at him, she produced a silver cigarette case, took a cigarette from it, and begged for the end of his cigar at which to light it. ”They say Jerkline Jo is grabbing off big jack. How 'bout it?” She puffed indolently, greatly to her companion's disgust.

”She works hard and earns money,” Jo's supporter defended. ”She raised the wages of all of us, too, as soon as business began to look up. We skinners get ninety dollars a month and board now.”

”Ninety dollars a month!” Lucy said jeeringly. ”D'ye call that money!

I didn't think you'd continue to be such a fish as long as this, Hiram.”

”Well, I'm investin' it,” said Hiram. ”It may be more some day.”

Luck looked suddenly into Hiram's eyes, then let her lashes cover her own.

”I guess this pious Jerkline Jo has got you goin',” she observed.

”I work for her,” said Hiram awkwardly.

”Any man would, I guess. Men are all suckers.”

Hiram said nothing to this, and presently, stating that he would be obliged to return to camp, asked Lucy if she was ready to go.

Rather petulantly she gave in, and just outside the door they encountered the glowering Al Drummond.

”Lucy,” he said sharply, ”come here!”

”I'll have to go,” Lucy said to Hiram. ”See you later, honey boy from the woods. Good night!”

Hiram saw Drummond take a step and roughly grab Lucy's arm as she tripped up to him. They walked away, plainly indulging in a heated argument.

”'Honey boy,' huh!” and Hiram snorted. ”Men are suckers--till they meet a regular woman!”

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