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thing going to happen ; something like " word " was coming to me. And then it seemed that you got mixed up in it. LU

Rising. Me, Jim ?-me ? JIM

Yes, and he got afraid for you, and he couldn't read no more. LU

Turning away.

He needn't be afraid for me, Jim. Now I under stand.

Holding up the crown. There, it's most done. Look at it, Jim. Jim does not look. Lu, reaching out her hand, touches his shoulder.

Goodnight, Jim. JIM

Quietly.

Thank you, Lu. Lu crosses to the tent slowly. For a moment

she stops and turns towards Jim as if about to speak. The words do not come, but her hands are pressed tightly over her heart as she turns again and slowly enters the tent. Jim sinks down on the wagon shaft, staring at the cards that have warned him.