He says they are men, and
many times he has told me wonderful stories of the things they
have done. He calls it 'playing the game.' And I'm going to ask
you, M'sieu David, will you play square with me? If I give you the
freedom of the bateau, of the boats, even of the shore, will you
wait for St. Pierre and play the rest of the game out with him,
man to man?"
Carrigan bowed his head slightly. "Yes, I will wait and finish the
game with St. Pierre."
He saw a quick throb come and go in her white throat, and with a
sudden, impulsive movement she held out her hand to him. For a
moment he held it close. Her little fingers tightened about his
own, and the warm thrill of them set his blood leaping with the
thing he was fighting down. She was so near that he could feel the
throb of her body. For an instant she bowed her head, and the
sweet perfume of her hair was in his nostrils, the lustrous beauty
of it close under his lips.
Gently she withdrew her hand and stood back from him. To Carrigan
she was like a young girl now. It was the loveliness of girlhood
he saw in the flush of her face and in the gladness that was
flaming unashamed in her eyes.
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