Thegirl'seyes,fascinated,wentback,wideningalittle,torestupontheglitteringhandcuffs. "Don'tyouworryaboutthem,miss,"saidtheotherman."Allmarshalshandcuffthemselvestotheirprisonerstokeepthemfromgettingaway.Mr.Eastonknowshisbusiness." "WillweseeyouagainsooninWashington?"askedthegirl. "Notsoon,Ithink,"saidEaston."Mybutterflydaysareover,Ifear." "IlovetheWest,"saidthegirlirrelevantly.Hereyeswereshiningsoftly.Shelookedawayoutthecarwindow. Shebegantospeaktrulyandsimplywithouttheglossofstyleandmanner: "MammaandIspentthesummerinDenver.Shewenthomeaweekagobecausefatherwasslightlyill.IcouldliveandbehappyintheWest.Ithinktheairhereagreeswithme.Moneyisn'teverything.Butpeoplealwaysmisunderstandthingsandremainstupid--" "Say,Mr.Marshal,"growledtheglum-facedman. "Thisisn'tquitefair.I'mneedingadrink,andhaven'thadasmokeallday.Haven'tyoutalkedlongenough?Takemeinthesmokernow,won'tyou?I'mhalfdeadforapipe." Theboundtravelersrosetotheirfeet,Eastonwiththesameslowsmileonhisface. "Ican'tdenyapetitionfortobacco,"hesaid,lightly. "It'stheonefriendoftheunfortunate.Good-bye,MissFairchild.Dutycalls,youknow."Heheldouthishandforafarewell. "It'stoobadyouarenotgoingEast,"shesaid,reclothingherselfwithmannerandstyle. "ButyoumustgoontoLeavenworth,Isuppose?" "Yes,"saidEaston,"ImustgoontoLeavenworth." Thetwomensidleddowntheaisleintothesmoker.Thetwopassengersinaseatnearbyhadheardmostoftheconversation.Saidoneofthem:"Thatmarshal'sagoodsortofchap.SomeoftheseWesternfellowsareallright." "Prettyyoungtoholdanofficelikethat,isn'the?"askedtheother. "Young!"exclaimedthefirstspeaker,"why--Oh!didn'tyoucatchon?Say--didyoueverknowanofficertohandcuffaprisonertohisrighthand?" 
