Smoke Bellew by Jack London (best books to read in life TXT) 📕

"How much you make that one pack?"

"Fifty dollar."

Here Kit slid out of the conversation. A young woman, standing inthe doorway, had caught his eye. Unlike other women landing fromthe steamers, she was neither short-skirted nor bloomer-clad. Shewas dressed as any woman travelling anywhere would be dressed.What struck him was the justness of her being there, a feeling thatsomehow she belonged. Moreover, she was young and pretty. Thebright beauty and colour of her oval face held him, and he lookedover-long--looked till she resented, and her own eyes, long-lashedand dark, met his in cool survey.

From his face they travelled in evident amusement down to the bigrevolver at his thigh. Then her eyes came back to his, and in themwas amused contempt. It struck him like a blow. She turned to theman beside her and indicated Kit. The man glanced him over with thesame amused contempt.

"Chechako," the girl said.

The man, who looked like a tramp in his cheap