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His eyes were full of hate as he looked at Lambton. "I'm keeping to old trails. I'm for goin' North, far up, where these two-dollar-a-day and hash-and-clothes people ain't come yet." He made a contemptuous gesture toward MacFee and his troopers. "I'm goin' North " He took a step forward and fixed his bloodshot eyes on Nance. "I say I'm goin' North. You comin' with me, Nance?"
His eyes were full of hate as he looked at Lambton. "I'm keeping to old trails. I'm for goin' North, far up, where these two-dollar-a-day and hash-and-clothes people ain't come yet." He made a contemptuous gesture toward MacFee and his troopers. "I'm goin' North " He took a step forward and fixed his bloodshot eyes on Nance. "I say I'm goin' North. You comin' with me, Nance?"
"You say she is going East with you," MacFee said sharply to Lambton. "What for?" He fastened Lambton with his eyes, and Lambton quailed. "Have you told her you've got a wife down East? I've got your history, Lambton. Have you told her that you've got a wife you married when you were at college and as good a girl as ever lived?"
He was foolish enough to ask Lambton, and Lambton replied coolly: "She said she'd get you some supper, but she guessed it would have to be cold What's your name? Are you a colonel, or a captain, or only a principal private?" "I am Captain MacFee, Lambton. And you'll now bring me where your outfit is. March!" The pistol was still in his hand, and he had a determined look in his eye. Lambton saw it.
When this was accomplished, and MacFee had secured the smuggler's pistols, he said again, "March, Lambton!" Lambton marched through the moonlit night toward the troop of men who had come to set up the flag of order in the plains and hills, and as he went his keen ear heard his own mules galloping away down toward the Barfleur Coulée. His heart thumped in his breast.
"Once is enough," answered the girl laconically, as Lambton, set free, caught both her hands in his and whispered in her ear. MacFee turned to the others. "You'd better drop this kind of thing," he said. "I mean business." They saw the troopers by the horses, and nodded. "Well, we was about quit of it anyhow," said Bantry. "We've had all we want out here."
He took off his cap to her. He was haggard, his buckskins were torn, his hair was dishevelled, and he limped a little; but he was a massive and striking figure, and MacFee watched him closely, for there was that in his eyes which meant trouble. "You said, 'Come back in an hour, Nance, and I come back, as I said I would," he went on. "You didn't stand to your word. I've come to git it.
He was foolish enough to ask Lambton, and Lambton replied coolly: "She said she'd get you some supper, but she guessed it would have to be cold What's your name? Are you a colonel, or a captain, or only a principal private?" "I am Captain MacFee, Lambton. And you'll now bring me where your outfit is. March!" The pistol was still in his hand, and he had a determined look in his eye. Lambton saw it.
Watchful, but not interfering, the master of the troopers saw him set adrift in a canoe without a paddle, while he was pelted with mud from the shore. The next morning at sunrise Abe Hawley and the girl he had waited for so long started on the North trail together, MacFee, master of the troopers and justice of the peace, handing over the marriage lines. "They won't come to-night sure."
Something in Abe's eyes overwhelmed her something she had never seen before, and it seemed to stifle speech in her. Lambton spoke instead. "She's going East with me," he said. "That's settled." MacFee started. Then he caught Abe's arm. "Wait!" he said peremptorily. "Wait one minute." There was something in his voice which held Abe back for the instant.
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