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"It’s a d-n shame!" he said, beginning rapidly to retrace his steps. He stood leaning on the fence, awaiting the girl’s coming very much as she had waited his on the round he had made before dinner. He grew impatient at the slow gait of the horse and drummed on their rail while he whistled. Then he took off his hat and dusted it nervously. As the horse got a little nearer he wiped his face carefully, pushed his hat back on his head, and climbed over the fence, where he stood with elbows on the middle rail as the girl and boy and horse came to the end of the furrow.

"Hot, ain’t it?" he said as she looked up.

"Jimminy Peters, it’s awful!" puffed the boy. The girl did not reply. Then she swung the plow about after the horse, and set it upright into the next row. Her powerful body had a superb swaying motion at the waist as she did this–a motion which affected Rob vaguely but massively.

"I thought you’d gone," she said gravely, pushing hack her bonnet trn he could see her face dewed with sweat and pink as a rose. She had the high cheekbones of her race, but she had also their exquisite fairness of color.

"Say, Otto," asked Rob alluringiy, "wan’ to go swimming?"

"You bet!" replied Otto.

"Well, I’ll go a round if–"

The boy dropped off the horse, not waiting to hear any more. Rob grinned; but the girl dropped her eyes, then looked away.

"Got rid o’ him mighty quick. Say, Julyie, I hate like thunder t’ see you out here; it ain’t right. I wish you’d–I wish–"

She could not look at him now, and her bosom rose and fell with a motion that was not due to fatigue. Her moist hair matted around her forehead gave her a boyish look.

Rob nervously tried again, tearing splinters from the fence. "Say, now, I’ll tell yeh what I came back here fer–t’ git married; and if you’re willin’, I’ll do it tonight. Come, now, whaddy y’ say?"

"What ‘ve I got t’ do ’bout it?" she finally asked, the color flooding her face and a faint smile coming to her lips. "Go ahead. I ain’t got anything–"

Rob put a splinter in his mouth and faced her. "Oh, looky here, now, Julyie! you know what I mean. I’ve got a good claim out near Boomtown–a rattlin’ good claim; a shanty on it fourteen by sixteen–no tarred paper about it; and a suller to keep butter in; and a hundred acres wheat just about ready to turn now. I need a wife. "

Here he straightened up, threw away the splinter, and took off his hat. He was a very pleasant figure as the girl stole a look at him. His black laughing eyes were especially earnest just now. His voice had a touch of pleading. The popple tree over their heads murmured applause at his eloquence, then hushed to listen. A cloud dropped a silent shadow down upon them, and it sent a little thrill of fear through Rob, as if it were an omen of failure. As the girl remained silent, looking away, he began, man-fashion, to desire her more and more as he feared to lose her. He put his hat on the post again and took out his jackknife. Her calico dress draped her supple and powerful figure simply but naturally. The stoop in her shoulders, given by labor, disappeared as she partly leaned upon the fence. The curves of her muscular arms showed through her sleeve.

"It’s all-fired lonesome fr me out there on that claim, and it ain’t no picnic f’r you here. Now, if you’ll come out there with me, you needn’t do anything but cook f’r me, and after harvest we can git a good layout o’ furniture, an’ I’ll lath and plaster the house, an’ put a little hell [ell] in the rear. " He smiled, and so did she. He felt encouraged to say: "An’ there we be, as snug as y’ please. We’re close t’ Boomtown, an’ we can go down there to church sociables an’ things, and they’re a jolly lot there. "