“'I had the makings and I smoked
“'And wondered over different things,
“'Thinkin' as how this old world joked
“'In callin' only some men kings
“'While I sat there a-blowin' rings.'”
He paused to kindle a sliver of wood at the stove. “In these parlous times,” he spoke as though to himself, “one must economize. They are taking a quarter of an ounce out of each five cents worth of chewing, I am told; so doubtless each box must be five or six matches short of full count. Even these papers seem thinner than of yore and they will only sell one book to a customer at that. Indeed Sherman was right.”
The youth and the girl remained occupied with their own thoughts, and after a moment's silence the vagabond resumed:
“'Me? I was king of anywhere,
“'Peggin' away at nothing, hard.
“'Havin' no pet, particular care;
“'Havin' no trouble, or no pard;
“'"Just me,” filled up my callin' card.' “Say, do you know I've learned to love this Knibbs person. I used to think of him as a poor attic prune grinding away in his New York sky parlor, writing his verse of the things he longed for but had never known; until, one day, I met a fellow between Victorville and Cajon pass who knew His Knibbs, and come to find out this Knibbs is a regular fellow. His attic covers all God's country that is out of doors and he knows the road from La Bajada hill to Barstow a darned sight better than he knows Broadway.”
There was no answering sympathy awakened in either of his listeners—they remained mute. Bridge rose and stretched. He picked up his knife, wiped off the blade, closed it and slipped it into a trousers' pocket. Then he walked toward the door. At the threshold he paused and turned. “'Good-bye girls! I'm through,'” he quoted and passed out into the sunlight.
Instantly the two within were on their feet and following him.
“Where are you going?” cried The Oskaloosa Kid. “You're not going to leave us, are you?”
“Oh, please don't!” pleaded the girl.
“I don't know,” said Bridge, solemnly, “whether I'm safe in remaining in your society or not. This Oskaloosa Kid is a bad proposition; and as for you, young lady, I rather imagine that the town constable is looking for you right now.”