And
when the robber asked whose valise that was, I was so frightened the
words came right out before I realized what I had done."
"Every word you say is God's truth, Miss Slocum, and I hope you will
forgive me for bothering you this way." It did occur to Mat that he
might inquire who that young jail-bird might be. And "Bed-bug Brown" was
hoping that his name would be mentioned. But Mat reflected that this was
none of his business; and that it did not matter anyhow. If Miss Slocum
did not care to mention the man's name he would not ask for it. She had
behaved nobly, and he admired her from the bottom of his heart.
"Really, Mr. Bailey, I am glad you gave me this chance to explain. You
don't know what I have suffered. And then to think that I deserved to
suffer it, and more, too, for causing the death of my own friend!" And
here the tears came again, honest tears, as Mat knew full well. He
rather envied Cummins that so beautiful a creature should grieve for
him.
"Now look here, Mamie, it is all right to be sorry that Mr. Cummins got
killed. Every honest man and woman in Nevada County is sorry. But you
didn't cause his death, any more than I did.
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