Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter II
BegoodtomeandbegentleandkindtomeinLITTLEthings,—ineverything,oryouwillbreakmyheart.”
Annixtertookherinhisarms.Hewasspeechless.Nowordsthathehadathiscommandseemedadequate.Allhecouldsaywas:
“That’sallright,littlegirl.Don’tyoubefrightened.I’lltakecareofyou.That’sallright,that’sallright.”
Foralongtimetheysatthereundertheshadeofthegreattrestle,theirarmsabouteachother,speakingonlyatintervals.Anhourpassed.Thebuckskin,findingnofeedtohertaste,tookthetrailstablewards,thebridledragging.Annixterlethergo.RatherthantotakehisarmfromaroundHilma’swaisthewouldhavelosthiswholestable.Atlast,however,hebestirredhimselfandbegantotalk.Hethoughtittimetoformulatesomeplanofaction.
“Well,now,Hilma,whatarewegoingtodo?”
“Do?”sherepeated.“Why,mustwedoanything?Oh,isn’tthisenough?”
“There’sbetterahead,”hewenton.“Iwanttofixyouupsomewherewhereyoucanhaveabitofahomealltoyourself.Let’ssee;Bonnevillewouldn’tdo.There’salwaysalotofyapsabouttherethatknowus,andtheywouldbegintocacklefirstoff.HowaboutSanFrancisco.Wemightgoupnextweekandhavealookaround.Iwouldfindroomsyoucouldtakesomewheres,andwewouldfix’emupaslovelyashow-do-you-do.”
“Oh,butwhygoawayfromQuienSabe?”sheprotested.“And,then,sosoon,too.
