“When I came west,” went on Jac with the same smile, “I thought that I should find one real man.”
They listened with mouths agape. It was like watching base lead being transmuted before their eyes to gold.
Carrigan winked his one good eye. The other was black and puffed.
“And I have found one,” said Jac.
And she winked at Carrigan.
“I can leave it to you,” said Carrigan, “to lead me a real man’s life.”
(The end.)
[Transcriber’s Note: This novelette originally appeared in the July 10, 1920 issue of “All-Story Weekly” magazine.]