But her voice rose comfortably from the depths of the wagon where she was sitting.
"The stage will be gone away, Kla'uns." She too! Shame at his foolish weakness sent the yearning blood that had settled round his heart flying back into his face.
"I was looking for--for--for Jim, ma'am," he said at last, boldly.
He saw a look of disgust pass over Mrs.Peyton's face, and felt a malicious satisfaction as he turned and ran back to the stage.

But here, to his surprise, he actually found Jim, whom he really hadn't thought of, darkly watching the last strapping of luggage.

With a manner calculated to convey the impression to the other passengers that he was parting from a brother criminal, probably on his way to a state prison, Jim shook hands gloomily with Clarence, and eyed the other passengers furtively between his mated locks.
"Ef ye hear o' anythin' happenin', ye'll know what's up," he said, in a low, hoarse, but perfectly audible whisper.

"Me and them's bound to part company afore long.

Tell the fellows at Deadman's Gulch to look out for me at any time." Although Clarence was not going to Deadman's Gulch, knew nothing of it, and had a faint suspicion that Jim was equally ignorant, yet as one or two of the passengers glanced anxiously at the demure, gray-eyed boy who seemed booked for such a baleful destination, he really felt the half-delighted, half-frightened consciousness that he was starting in life under fascinating immoral pretenses.