The things we do!

He buys him
a young filly last spring. Goes over to bring the filly home, and
finds she isn't broke, and wild as a hawk. So he puts a halter on
her and starts off to lead her home. The filly rears up, falls
over and breaks her neck; so he's out his money and his pains.
Some sorts of women won't lead."
"They all do in time," rejoined Dunwody grimly. "This one must."
The old boat captain shook his head.
"Some of them break their necks first," said he. "This one's got
blood in her too, I tell you that."
Dunwody made no answer except to turn and walk down the deck. The
captain, pondering on matters entirely beyond his comprehension,
but forced to accept the assurances of men such as these who had
appeared as guardians of this mysterious young woman, now returned
to his own quarters. "I reckon it's none of my business," he
muttered. "Some high-class forger or confidence worker that's beat
the government somehow, maybe. But she don't look it--I'll be
damned if she looks it.


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