Chapter 18
She lay as he had left her, except that her face was now
pillowed in her arms, and the long sobs kept her body quivering.
Curiosity swept over Pierre, looking down at her, but chiefly a
puzzled grief such as a man feels when a friend is in trouble. He
came closer and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Jack!"
She turned far enough to strike his hand away and instantly
resumed her former position, though the sobs were softer. This
childish anger irritated him. He was about to storm out of the room
when the thought of the hundred dollars stopped him. The bet had
been made, and it seemed unsportsmanlike to leave without some
effort.
The effort which he finally made was that suggested by Wilbur.
He folded his arms and stood silent, waiting, and ready to judge
the time as ne
