"
But he was staring moodily at the elevator boy and did not seem to hear.
"What's the matter, Joe?" she asked, with a tenderness the power of which
to thrill him she knew full well.
"Oh, nothing," he said. "I was only thinking--and wishing."
"Wishing?--what?" Her voice was seduction itself, and her eyes would
have melted stronger than he, though they failed in calling his up to
them.
Then, deliberately, his eyes lifted to hers. "I was wishing you could
see me fight just once."
She made a gesture of disgust, and his face fell. It came to her sharply
that the rival had thrust between and was bearing him away.
"I--I'd like to," she said hastily with an effort, striving after that
sympathy which weakens the strongest men and draws their heads to women's
breasts.
"Will you?"
Again his eyes lifted and looked into hers. He meant it--she knew that.
It seemed a challenge to the greatness of her love.
"It would be the proudest moment of my life," he said simply.
It may have been the apprehensiveness of love, the wish to meet his need
for her sympathy, and the desire to see the Game face to face for
wisdom's sake,--and it may have been the clarion call of adventure
ringing through the narrow confines of uneventful existence; for a great
daring thrilled through her, and she said, just as simply, "I will."
"I didn't think you would, or I wouldn't have asked," he confessed, as
they walked out to the sidewalk.
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