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A Protegee Of Jack Hamlin’s
by
The noise of Jack’s fall might have seemed to her bewildered fancy as a part of her frantic act, for she fell forward vacantly on the railing. But by this time Jack had grasped her arm as if to help himself to his feet.
“I might have killed myself by that foolin’, mightn’t I?” he said cheerfully.
The sound of a voice so near her seemed to recall to her dazed sense the uncompleted action his fall had arrested. She made a convulsive bound towards the railing, but Jack held her fast.
“Don’t,” he said in a low voice, “don’t, it won’t pay. It’s the sickest game that ever was played by man or woman. Come here!”
He drew her towards an empty stateroom whose door was swinging on its hinges a few feet from them. She was trembling violently; he half led, half pushed her into the room, closed the door and stood with his back against it as she dropped into a chair. She looked at him vacantly; the agitation she was undergoing inwardly had left her no sense of outward perception.
“You know Stratton would be awfully riled,” continued Jack easily. “He’s just stepped out to see a friend and got left by the fool boat. He’ll be along by the next steamer, and you’re bound to meet him in Sacramento.”
Her staring eyes seemed suddenly to grasp his meaning. But to his surprise she burst out with a certain hysterical desperation, “No! no! Never! NEVER again! Let me pass! I must go,” and struggled to regain the door. Jack, albeit singularly relieved to know that she shared his private sentiments regarding Stratton, nevertheless resisted her. Whereat she suddenly turned white, reeled back, and sank in a dead faint in the chair.
The gambler turned, drew the key from the inside of the door, passed out, locking it behind him, and walked leisurely into the main saloon. “Mrs. Johnson,” he said gravely, addressing the stewardess, a tall mulatto, with his usual winsome supremacy over dependents and children, “you’ll oblige me if you’ll corral a few smelling salts, vinaigrettes, hairpins, and violet powder, and unload them in deck stateroom No. 257. There’s a lady”–
“A lady, Marse Hamlin?” interrupted the mulatto, with an archly significant flash of her white teeth.
“A lady,” continued Jack with unabashed gravity, “in a sort of conniption fit. A relative of mine; in fact a niece, my only sister’s child. Hadn’t seen each other for ten years, and it was too much for her.”
The woman glanced at him with a mingling of incredulous belief, but delighted obedience, hurriedly gathered a few articles from her cabin, and followed him to No. 257. The young girl was still unconscious. The stewardess applied a few restoratives with the skill of long experience, and the young girl opened her eyes. They turned vacantly from the stewardess to Jack with a look of half recognition and half frightened inquiry. “Yes,” said Jack, addressing the eyes, although ostentatiously speaking to Mrs. Johnson, “she’d only just come by steamer to ‘Frisco and wasn’t expecting to see me, and we dropped right into each other here on the boat. And I haven’t seen her since she was so high. Sister Mary ought to have warned me by letter; but she was always a slouch at letter writing. There, that’ll do, Mrs. Johnson. She’s coming round; I reckon I can manage the rest. But you go now and tell the purser I want one of those inside staterooms for my niece,–MY NIECE, you hear,–so that you can be near her and look after her.”
As the stewardess turned obediently away the young girl attempted to rise, but Jack checked her. “No,” he said, almost brusquely; “you and I have some talking to do before she gets back, and we’ve no time for foolin’. You heard what I told her just now! Well, it’s got to be as I said, you sabe. As long as you’re on this boat you’re my niece, and my sister Mary’s child. As I haven’t got any sister Mary, you don’t run any risk of falling foul of her, and you ain’t taking any one’s place. That settles that. Now, do you or do you not want to see that man again? Say yes, and if he’s anywhere above ground I’ll yank him over to you as soon as we touch shore.” He had no idea of interfering with his colleague’s amours, but he had determined to make Stratton pay for the bother their slovenly sequence had caused him. Yet he was relieved and astonished by her frantic gesture of indignation and abhorrence. “No?” he repeated grimly. “Well, that settles that. Now, look here; quick, before she comes–do you want to go back home to your friends?”