Josefa was standing in her tracks, quietly reloading her silver-mounted .38 (指三八口径的枪). It had not been a difficult shot.
The lion's head made an easier mark than a tomato-can swinging at the end of a string.
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There was a provoking, teasing (戏弄), maddening smile upon her mouth and in her dark eyes.
The would-be-rescuing knight felt the fire of his fiasco (惨败) burn down to his soul.
Here had been his chance, the chance that he had dreamed of; and Momus, and not Cupid, had presided over it.
The satyrs in the wood were, no doubt, holding their sides in hilarious, silent laughter. {1}
There had been something like vaudeville (杂耍)--say Signor (先生（意大利用语）) Givens and his funny knockabout act with the stuffed lion.
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"Is that you, Mr. Givens?" said Josefa, in her deliberate, saccharine contralto (女低音). "You nearly spoilt my shot when you yelled. Did you hurt your head when you fell?"
"Oh, no," Givens said, quietly; "that didn't hurt." He stooped ignominiously (可耻地) and dragged his best Stetson hat (斯泰森毡帽（一种阔边高顶毡帽）) from under the beast.
It was crushed and wrinkled to a fine comedy effect. Then he knelt down and softly stroked the fierce, open-jawed head of the dead lion.
"Poor old Bill!" he exclaimed mournfully.
"What's that?" asked Josefa, sharply.
"Of course you didn't know, Miss Josefa," said Givens, with an air of one allowing magnanimity (宽宏大量) to triumph over grief.
"Nobody can blame you. I tried to save him, but I couldn't let you know in time."
"Save who?"
"Why, Bill. I've been looking for him all day. You see, he's been our camp pet for two years. Poor old fellow, he wouldn't have hurt a cottontail rabbit.
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"It'll break the boys all up when they hear about it. But you couldn't tell, of course, that Bill was just trying to play with you."
Josefa's black eyes burned steadily upon him. Ripley Givens met the test successfully. He stood rumpling the yellow-brown curls on his head pensively.
In his eye was regret, not unmingled with a gentle reproach (责备). His smooth features were set to a pattern of indisputable sorrow.
Josefa wavered.
"What was your pet doing here?" she asked, making a last stand. "There's no camp near the White Horse Crossing."
"The old rascal (淘气鬼) ran away from camp yesterday," answered Givens readily. "It's a wonder the coyotes (土狼) didn't scare him to death.
"You see, Jim Webster, our horse wrangler, brought a little terrier (小猎犬) pup into camp last week.
"The pup made life miserable for Bill--he used to chase him around and chew his hind legs for hours at a time.
"Every night when bedtime came Bill would sneak under one of the boy's blankets and sleep to keep the pup from finding him.
"I reckon he must have been worried pretty desperate or he wouldn't have run away. He was always afraid to get out of sight of camp."
Josefa looked at the body of the fierce animal. Givens gently patted one of the formidable (强大的) paws that could have killed a yearling calf with one blow.
Slowly a red flush widened upon the dark olive face of the girl.
Was it the signal of shame of the true sportsman who has brought down ignoble quarry?
Her eyes grew softer, and the lowered lids drove away all their bright mockery (嘲笑).
"I'm very sorry," she said humbly; "but he looked so big, and jumped so high that--"
"Poor old Bill was hungry," interrupted Givens, in quick defence of the deceased. "We always made him jump for his supper in camp.
"He would lie down and roll over for a piece of meat. When he saw you he thought he was going to get something to eat from you."
Suddenly Josefa's eyes opened wide.
"I might have shot you!" she exclaimed. "You ran right in between. You risked your life to save your pet! That was fine, Mr. Givens. I like a man who is kind to animals."
Yes; there was even admiration in her gaze now. After all, there was a hero rising out of the ruins of the anti-climax.
The look on Givens's face would have secured him a high position in the S.P.C.A. (S.P.C.A.：防止虐待动物协会){2}
"I always loved 'em," he said; "horses, dogs, Mexican lions, cows, alligators (短吻鳄)--"
"I hate alligators," instantly demurred Josefa; "crawly, muddy things!"
"Did I say alligators?" said Givens. "I meant antelopes (羚羊), of course." {3}
Josefa's conscience drove her to make further amends. She held out her hand penitently. There was a bright, unshed drop in each of her eyes.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Givens, won't you? I'm only a girl, you know, and I was frightened at first. I'm very, very sorry I shot Bill.
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"You don't know how ashamed I feel. I wouldn't have done it for anything."
Givens took the proffered hand. He held it for a time while he allowed the generosity of his nature to overcome his grief at the loss of Bill.
At last it was clear that he had forgiven her.
"Please don't speak of it any more, Miss Josefa. 'Twas enough to frighten any young lady the way Bill looked. I'll explain it all right to the boys."
"Are you really sure you don't hate me?" Josefa came closer to him impulsively.
Her eyes were sweet--oh, sweet and pleading with gracious penitence.
"I would hate anyone who would kill my kitten. And how daring and kind of you to risk being shot when you tried to save him! How very few men would have done that!"
Victory wrested from defeat! Vaudeville turned into drama! Bravo, Ripley Givens!
It was now twilight (黄昏). Of course Miss Josefa could not be allowed to ride on to the ranch-house alone.
Givens resaddled his pony in spite of that animal's reproachful glances, and rode with her.
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Side by side they galloped across the smooth grass, the princess and the man who was kind to animals.
The prairie odours of fruitful earth and delicate bloom were thick and sweet around them. Coyotes yelping over there on the hill! No fear. And yet--
Josefa rode closer. A little hand seemed to grope. Givens found it with his own. The ponies kept an even gait.
The hands lingered together, and the owner of one explained:
"I never was frightened before, but just think! How terrible it would be to meet a really wild lion! Poor Bill! I'm so glad you came with me!"
O'Donnell was sitting on the ranch gallery.
"Hello, Rip!" he shouted--"that you?"
"He rode in with me," said Josefa. "I lost my way and was late."
"Much obliged," called the cattle king. "Stop over, Rip, and ride to camp in the morning."
But Givens would not. He would push on to camp. There was a bunch of steers to start off on the trail at daybreak. He said good-night, and trotted away.
An hour later, when the lights were out, Josefa, in her night-robe, came to her door and called to the king in his own room across the brick-paved hallway:
"Say, pop, you know that old Mexican lion they call the 'Gotch-eared Devil'--the one that killed Gonzales, Mr. Martin's sheep herder, and about fifty calves on the Salado range? {4}
"Well, I settled his hash this afternoon over at the White Horse Crossing. Put two balls in his head with my .38 while he was on the jump.
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"I knew him by the slice gone from his left ear that old Gonzales cut off with his machete. You couldn't have made a better shot yourself, daddy."
"Bully for you!" thundered Whispering Ben from the darkness of the royal chamber.
