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Lucy gazed blankly at him. He began to shake, and his eyes grew wild. She rose
from the log.
"Do you love anybody else?" he asked, passionately.
"None of your business!" retorted Lucy. Then, at a strange darkening of his
face, an aspect unfamiliar to her, she grew suddenly frightened.
"It's Van!" he said, thickly.
"Joel, you're a fool!"
That only infuriated him.
"So they all say. An' they got my old man believin' it, too. Mebbe I am. . . .
But I'm a-goin' to kill Van!"
"No! No! Joel, what are you saying? I don't love Van. I don't care any more
for him than for any other rider--or--or you."
"Thet's a lie, Lucy Bostil!"
"How dare you say I lie?" demanded Lucy. "I've a mind to turn my back on you.
I'm trying to make up for my blunder and you--you insult me!"
"You talk sweet . . . but talk isn't enough. You made me no-good . . . . Will
you marry me?"
"I will not!" And Lucy, with her blood up, could not keep contempt out of
voice and look, and she did not care. That was the first time she had ever
shown anything, approaching ridicule for Joel.


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