"You'll wait to see HIM?
He'll be here in an hour."
"I've been here too long already," said Jack. "And the less you say
about my calling, even accidentally, the better. Nobody will believe
it,--YOU didn't yourself. In fact, unless you see how I can help you,
the sooner you consider us all dead and buried, the sooner your luck
will change. Tell your girl I've found my own horse so much better that
I have pushed on with him, and give her that."
He threw a gold coin on the table.
"But your horse is still lame," she said wonderingly. "What will you do
in this storm?"
"Get into the cover of the next wood and camp out. I've done it before."
"But, Jack!"
He suddenly made a slight gesture of warning. His quick ear had caught
the approach of footsteps along the wet gravel outside. A mischievous
light slid into his dark eyes as he coolly moved backward to the door
and, holding it open, said, in a remarkably clear and distinct voice:--
"Yes, as you say, society is becoming very mixed and frivolous
everywhere, and you'd scarcely know San Francisco now.
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