Come back, Pierre! You've made a wonderful start." Pierre le Rouge shook off the detaining hand and glared up at Wilbur.
"Don't try irony, Dick.

I feel like murder.

Think of it! All this time she's been hating me; and now it's making her weep; think of it--Jack--weeping!" "Why, you're a child, Pierre.

She's in love with you." "With me ?" "With Red Pierre." "You can't make a joke out of Jack with me.

You ought to know that." "Pierre, I'd as soon make a joke out of a wildcat." "Grinning still?
Wilbur, I'm taking more from you than I would from any man on the ranges." "I know you are, and that's why I'm stringing this out because I'm going to have a laugh--ha, ha, ha!--the rest of my life--ha, ha, ha, ha!--whenever I think of this!" The burst of merriment left him speechless, and Pierre, glowering, his right hand twitching dangerously close to that holster at his hip.
He sobered, and said: "Go in and talk to her and prove that I'm right." "Ask Jack if she loves me?
Why, I'd as soon ask any man the same question." The big long-rider was instantly curious.
"Has she never appealed to you as a woman, Pierre ?" "How could she?
I've watched her ride; I've watched her use her gun; I've slept rolled in the same blankets with her, back to back; I've walked and talked and traveled with her as if she were my kid brother." Wilbur nodded, as if the miracle were being slowly unfolded before his eyes.
"And you've never noticed anything different about her?
Never watched a little lift and grace in her walk that no man could ever have; never seen her color change just because you, Pierre, came near or went far away from her ?" "Because of me ?" asked the bewildered Pierre.
"You fool, you! Why, lad, I've been kept amused by you two for a whole evening, watching her play for your attention, saving her best smiles for you, keeping her best attitudes for you, and letting all the richness of her voice go out for--a block--a stone.