So the old lady, or else
it was the girl, writes to this fellow, and he agrees to hook up with
the lady and take the money and behave himself. Near as I could make it
out, the time was just about up before the girl took matters into her
own hand, and come out on a hunt for this Frank Cameron. How she
happened to sink her rope on you instead, and take her turns before she
found out her mistake, you'll have to ask her--if you ever see her
again.
"But this much you told me--and I think you got it straight. The girl
was willing to marry you--or Frank Cameron--so he could get what
belonged to him. She wasn't going to do any more, though, and you told
me"--Rock's manner became very impressive here--"that you promised her,
as a man and a gentleman, that you wouldn't ever bother her, and that
she was to travel her own trail, and she didn't want the money. She just
wanted to dodge that fool will, seems like. Strikes me I'd a let the
fellow go plumb to Guinea, if I was in her place, but women get queer
notions of duty, and the like of that, sometimes. Looks to me like a
fool thing for a woman to do, anyway.
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