The Definite Object Part 82

"I can't! I can't--she don't want me no more, she's done wi' me, I guess. I'm--oh, I'm too low-down an' rotten!"

"Sure!" nodded Soapy. "But she's good, an' she's a woman; an' good women are only made t' forgive, I reckon."

"But there's Geoff! I--I couldn't face Geoff."

"That's because you think a heap too much about a low-down rotten guy called Spike. I guess it's about time you began t' think about your sister f' a change. Well, s' long, Kid, I guess I'll be movin'; this pail comes a bit sharp after an hour of it."

So saying, Soapy rose, nodded, and strolled away, still twirling the revolver upon that long and dexterous finger. For a moment Spike stood looking after him, then, chin on breast, turned and went his solitary way across the desolate waste. But now it was Soapy who, pausing, turned to watch him safe out of sight. Scarcely had the sound of Spike's departure died away than a door opened and closed hard by, and heavy steps approached, halted suddenly, and a hoa.r.s.e voice demanded:

"Who's there?"

"Why, this is me, Bud."

"What th' h.e.l.l are ye hangin' around out here for?" questioned M'Ginnis suspiciously.

"Countin' th' stars, Bud, an' doin' th' Providence act--midst of life we are in death' gag--"

"Aw, cut out that slush an' hike along t' Rayner's wi' me; I got a job for you an' Heine--"

Side by side they crossed the gloomy, open lot until they were come beneath a lamp at a certain bleak street corner. Here Soapy paused and held out his hand, open to the light.

"This don't happen t' be your ring, Bud?" he enquired lazily.

M'Ginnis glanced at the ring upon that narrow palm, a ring wrought into the semblance of two hands that clasped each other, looked closer, drew in his breath suddenly, then straightened his shoulders and threw back his head.

"No!" he answered, frowning into Soapy's imperturbable face, "what th'

h.e.l.l made you think it was?"

"Why, ye see, Bud, it happens t' have your name scratched inside it, that's all. But if it ain't yours, it ain't!" And speaking, Soapy tossed the ring back over his shoulder far out into the open lot.

For a long moment M'Ginnis stood motionless, staring back at that desolate plot of ground; when at last he glanced toward his companion, Soapy was lighting a fresh cigarette.

CHAPTER x.x.xIX

THE OLD UN ADVISES AND RAVENSLEE ACTS

In the rose garden was an arbour smothered in riotous bloom, and in the arbour was a divan, wide and low and voluptuously soft, meet for the repose of an invalid on a languorous afternoon, or indeed any other time. But just now the invalid reposed not at all but sat, elbow on knee and square chin on fist, very lonely and therefore very grim.

All about him roses bloomed, filling the air with their sweetness, but he had no eyes for their beauty; upon the table within reach of his hand were books and magazines, but he was in no mood for reading; clasped between strong white teeth he held his favourite pipe unlighted and cold, for tobacco had for him no savour. So he sat and scowled at the universe in general, and in particular at a robin that had boldly ventured near and was regarding him with a very round, bright eye.

"She's avoiding me!" said Ravenslee bitterly, teeth clenched upon his pipestem, "there's no doubt about it, d.a.m.n it; she's avoiding me! And she's not happy here either!"

The robin turned his head to regard the speaker with his other eye, then fluttered his wings and flew away as the lazy quiet of the afternoon was broken by the squeak of shoe leather, and glancing up, Ravenslee beheld the Old Un.

"What cheer, Guv," said he, "greetin's doo and how's the invalid?"

"Invalid!" repeated Ravenslee, scowling again, "I'm no invalid!"

"Spoke like a true-bred gamec.o.c.k, s' help me!"

"I'm as right as rain physically, Old Un, but--"

"Talkin' o' physic, Guv," said the old man, seating himself and nodding brightly, "talkin' o' physic, the physic as set you on your pins again was love, Guv, love!"

"But it so happens--"

"Wait a bit, I ain't done, Guv! 'Ere 's me, a old cove as 'as lived 'ears an' 'ears an' 'ears an' 'ears longer 'n you, so nacherally I'm a powerful lot fuller o' th' wisdom o' life than you, specially in matters o' th' 'eart, Guv. Now me, 'avin' 'elped you into th' matrimonial ring, as you might say, 'ave took your 'appiness under my wing, an', Guv, I don't like the way you're shapin'--"

"But you see--"

"'Old 'ard, Guv, let a pore old cove get a word in for a change. Now there's you an' 'er, your fair young spouse, both up to each other's weight, sound in wind an' limb an' meant for j'y--what I want is t' see you come to a clinch! This ain't no time for sparrin' an'

out-fightin'--yet 'ere you are a-feintin' at each other from opposite corners--"

"But--"

"'Arf a mo', Guv, 'arf a mo'--gimme a chance for a occasional word! An'

don't frown, Guv, don't frown at a pore old cove; y' see, there's jest three blokes in this 'ard world as my old 'eart warms to, an' one on 'em 's Joe, an' t' other un 's you, an' t' other un 's 'er--which ain't a bloke. Lord, Guv, what a soft armful o' beauty! 'Ow warm an' cuddlesome!

Oh, Guv, what a waist! What lips! What--"

"Old Un, for heaven's sake, shut up! D' you think I'm blind? D' you think--"

"Guv, I dunno wot t' think! 'Ere 's you with your 'ead in your 'ands, an' there's 'er sighin' an' sighin'--"

"Sighing? Where? When? Why--"

"Sighin' an' sighin', Guv, so soft an' pretty--I 'eard 'er! Also she wep'--I seen 'er."

"Where?"

"An' 'er tears, Guv, them pearly tears went t' my 'eart--an' n.o.body t'

put a arm round that waist, nor kiss them sweet lips, nor soothe them tears away--

"'Oh, alone she sat sighin' by a green willer tree, With 'er 'and on 'er bosom, 'er 'ead on 'er knee, Weepin' willer" willer, willer my garlan' shall be.'

"So, Guv, I ax you, man to man, why, oh, why are ye neglectin' your fair young spouse? An', Guv, I only ax because your 'appiness an' 'ers is mine--s' 'elp me!"

"How if it's the other way about, Old Un? Suppose she avoids me?"

"Why lumme, Guv! 'T is a sure sign she needs persoot. Remember this:

"'Im as would lovely woman woo 'E lovely woman must persoo, For if 'e don't, 't is plain as plain That feller 'e will woo in vain.'

"An', Guv, I've only took th' liberty o' sayin' this because my pore old bowels yearns to ye--both on ye. Persoot's the word, Guv, per-soot!"