"Because I hate this accursed life too heartily to have any appetite for food."
"Haven't I always urged you to go with us back to civilization, Joseph?"
"With you for a wife? You don't know what you are talking about."
Then—but it was not the first time since Wahnetta had become his property by purchase—he fired himself up with the vile whiskey his company held in stock, and, taking advantage of the English common kw, at that time an acknowledged authority in every State and Territory in the Union, he provided himself with a stick, no thicker than his thumb, and beat Wahnetta, his wife, long and brutally.
Captain Ranger had allowed his anger to cool before the sun went down. To his credit be it spoken, he was very much ashamed of himself. "I was like an enraged, unreasoning animal," he exclaimed aloud. "I might at least have repulsed Joe with kindness. I will write to my father and mother and tell them that my brother who was lost is alive and is found. But I'll say nothing about the domestic side of his history. It would only grieve them all, and they couldn't help matters. It is none of my business, anyhow."
But he could not sleep. The memory of his and Joseph's boyhood days reproached him, and he thought lovingly, in spite of himself, of the younger brother of whom he had been so proud. Many incidents of their childhood, long forgotten, passed before him with startling vividness.
"Joe saved my life once," he said, half audibly. "I would have been drowned as sure as fate, when I broke through the ice that day, if he hadn't saved me at the risk of his own life. Dear boy! I'll saddle Sukie and go back to see him in the morning." With this resolution settled in his mind, he fell asleep; but his sleep was
