It ain't even a loan to you.
It's an arm-hold I'm giving your brother—just the same sort of arm-hold as if he was falling over a cliff.
And a nice one you are, to come running out and yell
'Stop!' at me, and let your brother go on over the cliff.
What he needs to save his legs is that crack in Germany, and that's the arm-hold I'm offering.
"Wish you could see my rooms. Walls all decorated with horsehair bridles—scores of them—hundreds of them.
They're no use to me, and they cost like Sam Scratch.
But there's a lot of convicts making them, and I go on buying.
Why, I've spent more money in a single night on whiskey than would get the best specialists and pay all the expenses of a dozen cases like your brother's.
And remember, you've got nothing to do with this.
If your brother wants to look on it as a loan, all right.
It's up to him, and you've got to stand out of the way while I pull him back from that cliff."
Still Dede refused, and Daylight's argument took a more painful turn.
"I can only guess that you're standing in your brother's way on account of some mistaken idea in your head that this is my idea of courting.
Well, it ain't.
You might as well think I'm courting all those convicts I buy bridles from.
I haven't asked you to marry me, and if I do I won't come trying to buy you into consenting.
And there won't be anything underhand when I come a-asking."
Dede's face was flushed and angry.
"If you knew how ridiculous you are, you'd stop," she blurted out.
"You can make me more uncomfortable than any man I ever knew.
Every little while you give me to understand that you haven't asked me to marry you yet.
I'm not waiting to be asked, and I warned you from the first that you had no chance.
And yet you hold it over my head that some time, some day, you're going to ask me to marry you.
Go ahead and ask me now, and get your answer and get it over and done with."
He looked at her in honest and pondering admiration.
"I want you so bad, Miss Mason, that I don't dast to ask you now," he said, with such whimsicality and earnestness as to make her throw her head back in a frank boyish laugh.
"Besides, as I told you, I'm green at it. I never went a-courting before, and I don't want to make any mistakes."
"But you're making them all the time," she cried impulsively.
"No man ever courted a woman by holding a threatened proposal over her head like a club."
"I won't do it any more," he said humbly.
"And anyway, we're off the argument.
My straight talk a minute ago still holds.
You're standing in your brother's way.
No matter what notions you've got in your head, you've got to get out of the way and give him a chance.
Will you let me go and see him and talk it over with him?
I'll make it a hard and fast business proposition.
I'll stake him to get well, that's all, and charge him interest."
She visibly hesitated.
"And just remember one thing, Miss Mason: it's HIS leg, not yours."
Still she refrained from giving her answer, and Daylight went on strengthening his position.
"And remember, I go over to see him alone.
He's a man, and I can deal with him better without womenfolks around.
I'll go over to-morrow afternoon."
CHAPTER XVIII
Daylight had been wholly truthful when he told Dede that he had no real friends.
On speaking terms with thousands, on fellowship and drinking terms with hundreds, he was a lonely man.
He failed to find the one man, or group of several men, with whom he could be really intimate.
Cities did not make for comradeship as did the Alaskan trail.
Besides, the types of men were different.