" Hutchinson went on. "A girl, I mean, and you know it."
Pentfield shrugged his shoulders gloomily. "She can wait, I guess."
"But she's been waiting two years now."
"And another won't age her beyond recognition."
"That'd be three years. Think of it, old man, three years in this end of
the earth, this falling-off place for the damned!" Hutchinson threw up
his arm in an almost articulate groan.
He was several years younger than his partner, not more than twenty-six,
and there was a certain wistfulness in his face that comes into the faces
of men when they yearn vainly for the things they have been long denied.
This same wistfulness was in Pentfield's face, and the groan of it was
articulate in the heave of his shoulders.
"I dreamed last night I was in Zinkand's," he said. "The music playing,
glasses clinking, voices humming, women laughing, and I was ordering
eggs--yes, sir, eggs, fried and boiled and poached and scrambled, and in
all sorts of ways, and downing them as fast as they arrived."
"I'd have ordered salads and green things," Hutchinson criticized
hungrily, "with a big, rare, Porterhouse, and young onions and
radishes,--the kind your teeth sink into with a crunch."
"I'd have followed the eggs with them, I guess, if I hadn't awakened,"
Pentfield replied.
He picked up a trail-scarred banjo from the floor and began to strum a
few wandering notes. Hutchinson winced and breathed heavily.
"Quit it!" he burst out with sudden fury, as the other struck into a
gaily lifting swing. "It drives me mad. I can't stand it"
Pentfield tossed the banjo into a bunk and quoted:-
"Hear me babble what the weakest won't confess--
I am Memory and Torment--I am Town!
I am all that ever went with evening dress!"
The other man winced where he sat and dropped his head forward on the
table. Pentfield resumed the monotonous drumming with his knuckles. A
loud snap from the door attracted his attention. The frost was creeping
up the inside in a white sheet, and he began to hum:-
"The flocks are folded, boughs are bare,
The salmon takes the sea;
And oh, my fair, would I somewhere
Might house my heart with thee."
Silence fell and was not again broken till Billebedam arrived and threw
the dice box on the table.
"Um much cold," he said. "Oleson um speak to me, um say um Yukon freeze
last night."
"Hear that, old man!" Pentfield cried, slapping Hutchinson on the
shoulder. "Whoeve
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