"She's comin' up th' road.... An' Mister Two-Bits Beal, esquire, is goin' to drift out of here!"
With a broad wink, which set a suggestion of a flush into Beck's cheeks, he took his hat and departed.
Jane entered, drawing the pin from her hat; then stopped on the threshold with a cry.
"Oh, the doctor's been here!"
"Yes, and he's rolled the old carcass over," Beck answered.
She stood looking down at him for a moment and then dropped quickly to her knees.
"It's so good to look into your eyes again," she whispered, and though her own eyes were bright there were tears in her voice.
Beck's gaze wavered and he slowly withdrew the hand that she had taken.
"You mustn't look like that!" he said, turning his face from her. "It's more than I've deserved, it's more than I have a right to!"
She put her hands on his shoulders, gently, bearing no weight upon them, and said soberly: