"I made a stab at reading this last night."
She smiled. "I saw you. How did you like it?"
"I didn't exactly get aboard someway."
"What was the trouble?"
"I guess it was because I kept thinking of you—and my own place in the game. Three days ago I didn't care what became of me, but now I want a chance. I don't see any chance coming my way, but if I had it I'd make use of it." He looked at her a moment in silence, then with sudden intensity broke forth. "Do you know what you mean to me? When I look at your face and eyes I'm crazy hungry for you."
She shrank from him and called to Mrs. Adams.
He went on. "Oh, you needn't be afraid. I just wanted to say it, that's all. If there was only some other way to straighten myself—but I can't go to jail. I can't stand up to be clipped like a poodle-dog, then put on striped clothing and walk lock-step—I can't do it! They'll put me in for ten years. I'd be old when I got out." He shuddered. "No, I won't do that! I'd rather die here in the hills."
She grew white in sympathy. "It is a frightful price to pay for one insane act, and yet—crime should be punished."
"I'm getting my punishment now," he replied, with darkly brooding glance. "There's a good old man and two women, my sisters, waitin' for me down the slope. If I could reach home I'd try to live straight, but it's a long and dangerous trail between here and there."
Peggy now ran into the cabin. "It's the expedition," she announced. "I can see Freeman."