THE FIGHTING SHEPHERDESS
Whatever of sweetness there was in my nature you have turned to gall. When my Day comes I'll strike you without mercy — I'll beat you to the earth if it's in my power!"
It was fully night before they were able to get right- of-way into the yards, and Kate drew a deep breath of relief when the grinding wheels finally stopped. She and Bowers swung down together from the high step to the cinder path which lay between their own cars and a train of cattle bawling on a parallel track. As they stumbled along in the darkness toward the engine they heard brisk footsteps coming from that direction.
" Low bridge 1 " Bowers warned jocularly as they drew close.
In stepping aside to avoid Bowers the pedestrian bumped into Kate.
"I beg your pardon 1" The voice was pleasant deep.
Kate murmured a commonplace.
At the instant a brakeman hung out from the handrail of a car of the cattle train and swung his lantern. Instinctively Kate and the man with whom she had collided looked at each other in the arc of light. In their haste they had scarcely slackened their steps, and it was only a second's glimpse that each had of the other's face, but it was long enough to give to each a sense of bewildered surprise. The look they had exchanged was the look one man gives to another — level, fearless — for there never was anything of coquetry in Kate's gaze, and the impression she had received was of poise, patience and worldly wisdom tinged with a sadness in which there was no bitterness.
The man walked on a pace, stopped and swung about
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