It seemed
such a normal, natural opening for Priscilla if the time really came for
her to go away. The doubt that she would eventually go was slight in
Farwell's heart. He, keener than others, saw the closing-in of
conditions. He was not blind to Jerry-Jo's primitive attempts to attract
the girl's attention, but he was not deceived. When the moment came that
Priscilla recognized the half-breed's real thought, Farwell knew her
quick impulse would, as of old, be to fly away. She was like a wild bird,
he often pondered; she would give to great lengths, flutter close, and
love tenderly, but no restraining or harsh touch could do aught but set
her to flight.
At twenty-three Jerry-Jo surlily and passionately came to the conclusion
that he must in some way capture his prize. Other youths were wearing
gaudy ties and imperilling their Sunday bests; he was letting precious
time slip. Then, too, by Farwell's advice, old Jerry was growing rigid
along financial lines, and at last the _States_ took definite shape in
Jerry-Jo's mind, but he meant to have Priscilla before he heeded the
lure. With all his brazen conceit and daring he intuitively knew that
the girl had never thought of him as he thought of her, and he dared not
awaken her by legitimate means.
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