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chaos. Those hairy toilers of the rails! I've watched them hammer
and lift and dig and fight. By day they sweat and they bleed, they
sing and joke and quarrel--and go on with the work. By night they
are seized by the furies. They fight among themselves while being
Next afternoon, when parasitic Benton awoke, it found the girl Ruby
Her door had to be forced. She had not been murdered. She had
in simple garments that no one in Benton had ever seen. It did not
appear what means she had employed to take her life. She was only
one of many. More than one girl of Benton's throng had sought the
When Neale heard about it, upon his return to Benton, late that
afternoon, Ruby was in her grave. It suited him to walk out in the
twilight and stand awhile in the silence beside the bare sandy
child once, with dancing eyes and smiles, loved by some one, surely,
and perhaps mourned by some one living. The low hum of Benton's
awakening night life was borne faintly on the wind. The sand seeped;
the coyotes wailed; and yet there was silence. Twilight lingered.
He had walked out there before. A morbid fascination often drew him
had given his life to the road, so had the woman. Neale saw a
look Ruby had given him. Had he awakened conscience in her? Upon
the dancing-hall and had denied herself to all on that last night of
her life.
There was to be one more incident relating to this poor girl before
hall.