Blanche replied to his words of greeting with a low murmur--"I feel very
weak."
She seemed calmer, also, and her eyes had lost something of their
tension of appeal.
Bailey looked at her closely, and his heart softened with pity. He
waited upon her and tried by his cheerful smiles to comfort her,
nevertheless.
They ate breakfast in silence, as if apprehending the struggle which was
still to come.
At last Rivers rose with abrupt resolution.
"Well, now, I'll bring the team around, and we'll get away."
"Wait a minute, Jim," Bailey said. "I want to say something to you."
There was a note of pleading in his voice. "Wait a little. I've been
thinking this thing over. I don't want you to go away feeling hard
toward me." His throat choked up and his eyes grew dim. "I don't want to
be hard on you, Jim. It's a mighty big question, and I'm not one to be
unjust, specially toward a woman. Of course, somebody's got to suffer,
but it hadn't ought to be the woman--I've made up my mind on that. Seems
like the woman always does get the worst of it, and I want you to think
of her.
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