CHAPTER XVIII
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eful,Valancy.”
Valancywasnotsosure.Barneymusthavedonesomething—sometime.Hewasamanofeducationandintelligence.Shehadsoondiscoveredthat,inlisteningtohisconversationsandwrangleswithRoaringAbel—whowassurprisinglywellreadandcoulddiscussanysubjectunderthesunwhensober.Suchamanwouldn’tburyhimselfforfiveyearsinMuskokaandliveandlooklikeatrampiftherewerenottoogood—orbad—areasonforit.Butitdidn’tmatter.AllthatmatteredwasthatshewassurenowthathehadneverbeenCissyGay’slover.Therewasnothinglikethatbetweenthem.ThoughhewasveryfondofCissyandsheofhim,asanyonecouldsee.Butitwasafondnessthatdidn’tworryValancy.
“Youdon’tknowwhatBarneyhasbeentome,thesepasttwoyears,”Cissyhadsaidsimply.“Everythingwouldhavebeenunbearablewithouthim.”
“CissyGayisthesweetestgirlIeverknew—andthere’samansomewhereI’dliketoshootifIcouldfindhim,”Barneyhadsaidsavagely.
Barneywasaninterestingtalker,withaknackoftellingagreatdealabouthisadventuresandnothingatallabouthimself.TherewasonegloriousrainydaywhenBarneyandAbelswappedyarnsalltheafternoonwhileValancymendedtableclothsandlistened.Barneytoldweirdtalesofhisadventureswith“shacks”ontrainswhilehoboingitacrossthecontinent.Valancythoughtsheoughttothinkhisstealingridesquitedreadful,butdidn’t.ThestoryofhisworkinghiswaytoEnglandonacattle-shipsoundedmorelegitimate.AndhisyarnsoftheYukonenthralledher—especiallytheoneofthenighthewaslostonthedividebetweenGoldRunandSulphurValley.Hehadspenttwoyearsoutthere.Whereinallthiswasthereroomforthepenitentiaryandtheotherthings?
Ifheweretellingthetruth.ButValancyknewhewas.
“Foundnogold,”hesaid.“CameawaypoorerthanwhenIwent.Butsuchaplacetolive!Thosesilencesatthebackofthenorthwindgotme.I’veneverbelongedtomyselfsince.”
Yethewasnotagreattalker.Hetoldagreatdeal