f you'll go home."

The girl shrank as if she had received a stab. Then she stiffened.

"Why don't you go home?" she retorted. "We're all going to hell out
here, and the gamest will get there soonest."

She glared at Neale an instant, white-faced and hard, and then,
rejoining her companions, she led them away.

Beauty Stanton seemed to have received something of the check that had
changed the girl Ruby.

"Gentlemen, you are my only friends in Benton. But these are business
hours."

Presently she leaned toward Neale and whispered to him: "Boy, you're
courting death. Some one--something has hurt you. But you're young....
GO HOME!"

Then she bade him good night and left the group.

He looked on in silence after that. And presently, when Ancliffe
departed, he was glad to follow Hough into the street. There the same
confusion held. A loud throng hurried by, as if bent on cramming into a
few hours the life that would not last long.

Neale was interested to inquire more about Ancliffe. And the gambler
replied that the Englishman had come from no one knew where; that he did
not go to extremes in drinking or betting; that evidently he had become
attached to Beauty Stanton; that surely he must be a ruined man of class
who had left all behind him, and had become like so many out there--a
leaf in the storm.

"Stanton took to you," went on Hough. "I saw that.... And poor Ruby!
I'll tell you, Neale, I'm sorry for some of these women."

"Who wouldn't be?"

"Women of this class are strange to you, Neale. But I've mixed with them
for years. Of course Benton sets a pace no man ever saw before. Still,
even the hardest and vilest of these scullions sometimes shows an
amazing streak of good. And women like Ruby and Beauty Stanton,
whose early surroundings must have been refined--they are beyond
understanding. They will cut your heart out for a slight, and sacrifice
their lives for sake of a courteous word. It was your manner that
cut Ruby and won Beauty Stanton. They meet with neither coldness nor
courtesy out here. It must be bitter as gall for a woman like Stanton to
be treated as you treated her--with respect. Yet see how it got her."

"I didn't see anything in particular," replied Neale.

"You were too excited and disgusted with the whole scene," said Hough
as they reached the roaring lights of the gambling-hell. "Will you go in
and play again? There are always open games."

"No, I guess not--unless you think--"

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