see　the　bottom　of；　and　mountainssheer　rocks
  standing　up　high　like　walls　and　church　spires；　only
  a　hundred　times　bigger。　　The　valleys　are　full　of
  boulders　and　black　stones。　　There's　not　a　blade　of
  grass　to　see；　and　the　sun　sets　more　red　over　that
  country　than　I　have　seen　it　anywhereblood…red
  and　angry。　　It　IS　fine。〃
  〃You　do　not　want　to　go　back　there　again？〃
  she　stammered　out。
  He　laughed　a　little。　　〃No。　　That's　the　blamed
  gold　country。　　It　gave　me　the　shivers　sometimes
  to　look　at　itand　we　were　a　big　lot　of　men　together；
  mind；　but　these　Gambucinos　wandered　alone。
  They　knew　that　country　before　anybody　had　ever
  heard　of　it。　　They　had　a　sort　of　gift　for　prospect…
  ing；　and　the　fever　of　it　was　on　them　too；　and　they
  did　not　seem　to　want　the　gold　very　much。　　They
  would　find　some　rich　spot；　and　then　turn　their　backs
  on　it；　pick　up　perhaps　a　littleenough　for　a
  spreeand　then　be　off　again；　looking　for　more。
  They　never　stopped　long　where　there　were　houses；
  they　had　no　wife；　no　chick；　no　home；　never　a　chum。
  You　couldn't　be　friends　with　a　Gambucino；　they
  were　too　restlesshere　to…day；　and　gone；　God
  knows　where；　to…morrow。　　They　told　no　one　of
  their　finds；　and　there　has　never　been　a　Gambucino
  well　off。　　It　was　not　for　the　gold　they　cared；　it　was
  the　wandering　about　looking　for　it　in　the　stony
  country　that　got　into　them　and　wouldn't　let　them
  rest；　so　that　no　woman　yet　born　could　hold　a　Gam…
  bucino　for　more　than　a　week。　　That's　what　the
  song　says。　　It's　all　about　a　pretty　girl　that　tried
  hard　to　keep　hold　of　a　Gambucino　lover；　so　that　he
  should　bring　her　lots　of　gold。　　No　fear！　　Off　he
  went；　and　she　never　saw　him　again。〃
  〃What　became　of　her？〃　she　breathed　out。
  〃The　song　don't　tell。　　Cried　a　bit；　I　daresay。
  They　were　the　fellows：　kiss　and　go。　　But　it's　the
  looking　for　a　thinga　something　。　。　。　　Sometimes
  I　think　I　am　a　sort　of　Gambucino　myself。〃
  〃No　woman　can　hold　you；　then；〃　she　began　in
  a　brazen　voice；　which　quavered　suddenly　before　the
  end。
  〃No　longer　than　a　week；〃　he　joked；　playing
  upon　her　very　heartstrings　with　the　gay；　tender
  note　of　his　laugh；　〃and　yet　I　am　fond　of　them
  all。　　Anything　for　a　woman　of　the　right　sort。
  The　scrapes　they　got　me　into；　and　the　scrapes　they
  got　me　out　of！　　I　love　them　at　first　sight。　　I've
  fallen　in　love　with　you　already；　MissBessie's　your
  nameeh？〃
  She　backed　away　a　little；　and　with　a　trembling
  laugh：
  〃You　haven't　seen　my　face　yet。〃
  He　bent　forward　gallantly。　　〃A　little　pale：　it
  suits　some。　　But　you　are　a　fine　figure　of　a　girl；　Miss
  Bessie。〃
  She　was　all　in　a　flutter。　　Nobody　had　ever　said
  so　much　to　her　before。
  His　tone　changed。　　〃I　am　getting　middling
  hungry；　though。　　Had　no　breakfast　to…day。
  Couldn't　you　scare　up　some　bread　from　that　tea
  for　me；　or〃
  She　was　gone　already。　　He　had　been　on　the　point
  of　asking　her　to　let　him　come　inside。　　No　matter。
  Anywhere　would　do。　　Devil　of　a　fix！　　What　would
  his　chum　think？
  〃I　didn't　ask　you　as　a　beggar；〃　he　said；　jest…
  ingly；　taking　a　piece　of　bread…and…butter　from　the
  plate　she　held　before　him。　　〃I　asked　as　a　friend。
  My　dad　is　rich；　you　know。〃
  〃He　starves　himself　for　your　sake。〃
  〃And　I　have　starved　for　his　whim；〃　he　said；　tak…
  ing　up　another　piece。
  〃All　he　has　in　the　world　is　for　you；〃　she
  pleaded。
  〃Yes；　if　I　come　here　to　sit　on　it　like　a　dam'　toad
  in　a　hole。　　Thank　you；　and　what　about　the　shovel；
  eh？　　He　always　had　a　queer　way　of　showing　his
  love。〃
  〃I　could　bring　him　round　in　a　week；〃　she　sug…
  gested；　timidly。
  He　was　too　hungry　to　answer　her；　and；　holding
  the　plate　submissively　to　his　hand；　she　began　to
  whisper　up　to　him　in　a　quick；　panting　voice。　　He
  listened；　amazed；　eating　slower　and　slower；　till　at
  last　his　jaws　stopped　altogether。　　〃That's　his
  game；　is　it？〃　he　said；　in　a　rising　tone　of　scathing
  contempt。　　An　ungovernable　movement　of　his　arm
  sent　the　plate　flying　out　of　her　fingers。　　He　shot
  out　a　violent　curse。
  She　shrank　from　him；　putting　her　hand　against
  the　wall。
  〃No！〃　he　raged。　　〃He　expects！　　Expects　ME
  for　his　rotten　money！　。　。　。　。　　Who　wants　his
  home？　　Madnot　he！　　Don't　you　think。　　He
  wants　his　own　way。　　He　wanted　to　turn　me　into　a
  miserable　lawyer's　clerk；　and　now　he　wants　to　make
  of　me　a　blamed　tame　rabbit　in　a　cage。　　Of　me！　　Of
  me！〃　　His　subdued　angry　laugh　frightened　her
  now。
  〃The　whole　world　ain't　a　bit　too　big　for　me　to
  spread　my　elbows　in；　I　can　tell　youwhat's　your
  nameBessielet　alone　a　dam'　parlour　in　a　hutch。
  Marry！　　He　wants　me　to　marry　and　settle！　　And
  as　likely　as　not　he　has　looked　out　the　girl　too
  dash　my　soul！　　And　do　you　know　the　Judy；　may
  I　ask？〃
  She　shook　all　over　with　noiseless　dry　sobs；　but
  he　was　fuming　and　fretting　too　much　to　notice　her
  distress。　　He　bit　his　thumb　with　rage　at　the　mere
  idea。　　A　window　rattled　up。
  〃A　grinning；　information　fellow；〃　pronounced
  old　Hagberd　dogmatically；　in　measured　tones。
  And　the　sound　of　his　voice　seemed　to　Bessie　to　make
  the　night　itself　madto　pour　insanity　and　dis…
  aster　on　the　earth。　　〃Now　I　know　what's　wrong
  with　the　people　here；　my　dear。　　Why；　of　course！
  With　this　mad　chap　going　about。　　Don't　you　have
  anything　to　do　with　him；　Bessie。　　Bessie；　I　say！〃
  They　stood　as　if　dumb。　　The　old　man　fidgeted
  and　mumbled　to　himself　at　the　window。　　Suddenly
  he　cried；　piercingly：　〃BessieI　see　you。　　I'll　tell
  Harry。〃
  She　made　a　movement　as　if　to　run　away；　but
  stopped　and　raised　her　hands　to　her　temples。
  Young　Hagberd；　shadowy　and　big；　stirred　no　more
  than　a　man　of　bronze。　　Over　their　heads　the　crazy
  night　whimpered　and　scolded　in　an　old　man's　voice。
  〃Send　him　away；　my　dear。　　He's　only　a　vaga…
  bond。　　What　you　want　is　a　good　home　of　your　own。
  That　chap　has　no　homehe's　not　like　Harry。　　He
  can't　be　Harry。　　Harry　is　coming　to…morrow。　　Do
  you　hear？　　One　day　more；〃　he　babbled　more　ex…
  citedly；　〃never　you　fearHarry　shall　marry
  you。〃
  His　voice　rose　very　shrill　and　mad　against　the
  regular　deep　soughing　of　the　swell　coiling　heavily
  about　the　outer　face　of　the　sea…wall。
  〃He　will　have　to。　　I　shall　make　him；　or　if　not〃
  he　swore　a　great　oath〃I'll　cut　him　off　with　a
  shilling　to…morrow；　and　leave　everything　to　you。
  I　shall。　　To　you。　　Let　him　starve。〃
  The　window　rattled　down。
  Harry　drew　a　deep　breath；　and　took　one　step
  toward　Bessie。　　〃So　it's　youthe　girl；〃　he　said；
  in　a　lowered　voice。　　She　had　not　moved；　and　she　re…
  mained　half　turned　away　from　him；　pressing　her
  head　in　the　palms　of　her　hands。　　〃My　word！〃　he
  continued；　with　an　invisible　half…smile　on　his　lips。
  〃I　have　a　great　mind　to　stop。　。　。　。〃
  Her　elbows　were　trembling　violently。
  〃For　a　week；〃　he　finished　without　a　pause。
  She　clapped　her　hands　to　her　face。
  He　came　up　quite　close；　and　took　hold　of　her
  wrists　gently。　　She　felt　his　breath　on　her　ear。
  〃It's　a　scrape　I　am　inthis；　and　it　is　you　that
  must　see　me　through。〃　　He　was　trying　to　uncover
  her　face。　　She　resisted。　　He　let　her　go　then；　and
  stepping　back　a　little；　〃Have　you　got　any
  money？〃　he　asked。　　〃I　must　be　off　now。〃
  She　nodded　quickly　her　shamefaced　head；　and　he
  waited；　looking　away　from　her；　while；　trembling
  all　over　and　bowing　her　neck；　she　tried　to　find　the
  pocket　of　her　dress。
  〃Here　it　is！〃　she　whispered。　　〃Oh；　go　away！
  go　away　for　God's　sake！　　If　I　had　moremore
  I　would　give　it　all　to　forgetto　make　you　for…
  get。〃
  He　extended　his　hand。　　〃No　fear！　　I　haven't
  forgotten　a　single　one　of　you　in　the　world。　　Some
  gave　me　more　than　moneybut　I　am　a　beggar　now
  and　you　women　always　had　to　get　me　out　of　my
  scrapes。〃
  He　swaggered　up　to　the　parlour　window；　and　in
  the　dim　light　filtering　through　the　blind；　looked　at
  the　coin　lying　in　his　palm。　　It　was　a　half…sovereign。
  He　slipped　it　into　his　pocket。　　She　stood　a　little　on
  one　side；　with　her　head　drooping；　as　if　wounded；
  with　her　arms　hanging　passive　by　her　side；　as　if
  dead。
  〃You　can't　buy　me　in；〃　he　said；　〃and　you　can't
  buy　yourself　o