“Shot, by Jove! Shot by a little girl. Just like a kid fresh from
school. Hit so hard I’ve got to have her, and, hang it! She’s one of
that—that new kind.”
Still I remained silent, and for many seconds Chanler struggled with
his next words.
“Gardy!” he broke out in mingled anger and awe. “She wouldn’t have
me!”
Once more we sat in silence, an uncomfortable silence for me. I had no
desire to discuss affairs of the heart with any one. Up to that time I
had never felt the need of any woman in my life.
Presently Chanler opened his writing-desk and drew out a small
photograph which he passed to me.
“There she is, there’s the cause of this expedition, Gardy.”