killed, I am sorry. If they live, they are
useful. If they are lost, others take their places. They are merely a
part of the general scheme. They are for me to use."
His words were like a challenge. He watched her curiously as if
awaiting her reply. Dick felt Bill starting forward, angrily, then
checked him.
"Wait!" he whispered. "Let's hear what he has to say."
The Lily took a step forward to arraign him. Her face shone whiter
than ever in the light of the torches.
"And that is all? That is your attitude?"
He did not answer, but stared at her curiously. It seemed to anger her
more.
"I wonder," she said, "if you would care for my estimate of you! I
wonder if you would care for the estimate of those around you. It does
not seem strange that you are called by the fitting sobriquet of
'Bully Presby.' You are that! You are one of those shriveled souls
that fatten on the toil of others--that thrive on others' misfortunes
and miseries. My God! A usurer--a pawnbroker, is a prince compared to
you. You are without compassion, pity, charity or grace. Your code is
that of winning all, the code of greed! Listen to me. You doubtless
look down on me as a camp woman, and with a certain amount of scorn!
But knowing what I am, I should far rather be what I am, the owner of
the High Light, a sordid den, than to be you, the owner of the
Rattler, the man they call Bully Presby!"
To their astonishment he leaned his head back and laughed, deeply,
from his chest, as if her anger, her scorn, her bitter denunciation,
had all served to amuse him. It was as if she had flattered him by her
characterizations. She was too angry to speak and stood regarding him
coldly until he had finished. He turned and appeared for the first
time to observe the men of the Croix d'Or scowling at him, and his
laugh abruptly stopped. He scowled back at them, and, without so much
as a good-night salutation turned and walked away and lost himself in
the shadows of the street.
"Oh," she said, facing them and clenching her hands, "sometimes I hate
that man! He is unfathomable! There have been times when I wondered if
he was human."
She bit her lip as if to restrain her words, and then looked up at the
partners.
"And there are times," drawled the big miner, "when I wonder how long
I'll be able to keep my hands off of him. And one of those times has
been in the last minute! If you think it would do any good, I'll--"
She looked up at him and smiled,
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