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Colina said clearly: "The price is to be one-fifty per bushel." "That's what I thought," said Strange. "I will tell them." He went. "Ah, Colina!" cried Ambrose brokenly. She left the room slowly, as if he had not been there. Ambrose could not have told how he got out of the house. Ambrose lay in his tent with his head hidden in his arms, trying not to think. Job licked his hand unheeded.
Colina waited until she was sure there were no more to follow; then mounting, she and Cora rode down to the trail. The afternoon was waning, and Colina, knowing she must have covered nearly sixty miles, began to keep a sharp lookout ahead. They had had no adventures by the way, except that of sleeping under the stars without male protectors near, in itself an adventure to Colina.
You not want me, you say: Go 'way. I jus' wait till you want me again." Ambrose turned his head away. He had never imagined a man having to go through with anything like this. "Always, always I work for you," she whispered. "Let Colina Gaviller marry you. She not mind me. I guess she not mind that little dog you love. I jus' poor, common red girl. She think not'ing of me!"
"How can I see you again?" She smiled with a touch of scorn at his simplicity. "That is for you to contrive. You will naturally call on my father; if he likes you, he will bring you home to dinner." Ambrose smiled with obscure meaning. "He will never do that," he said. "Why not?" demanded Colina.
The revulsion of feeling made him brutal. Striding forward, he seized her horse by the rein. "Get off!" he harshly commanded. Colina had no thought but to obey. He tied the rein to a limb and, turning back, seized her roughly by the wrists. "What kind of a game is this?" he demanded. Colina, breathless, terrified, delighted, laughed shakily.
He took a step forward, and a vein in his forehead stood out. She held her ground disdainfully. "Don't do that!" he whispered. "It's not fair! I I can't stand it!" "Why must you tell me?" asked Colina. "What do you expect?" "You!" he whispered hoarsely. "If God is good to me! For life." "You are mad!" she murmured.
They pushed their horses to the utmost, ever urged on by Colina, who could not know what might be behind them. But she knew they rode the best horses to be had at Enterprise. They reached the Kakisa River on the third day without any surprise from the rear.
Well, let Seagreave save him now. And how?" his harsh, mirthless laughter rang out. "Yes, how? Does Seagreave know the secret trails over the mountains? Not he. Then how is our dear José to escape? Will you engage to get him safely out of Colina on a railroad train? I think not. Remember there is a big price on his head."
Nesis's eyes flamed up with a kind of bitter triumph. Her voice rose shrilly. "She hate you, too! Always she is bad to you. I know that, too. What you want wit' Colina Gaviller? Are you a dog to lie down when she beat you?" Ambrose's eyes gleamed ominously. "Stop it!" he cried. "You don't know what you're talking about." His look intimidated her.
Pulling off her gauntlet, Colina displayed to Marya a ring set with a gleaming opal. It was Marya's she let her understand, if she would serve her. Marya's eyes sickened with desire. She wavered but finally refused with a little moan. Terror was stronger than cupidity. Colina debated with herself. She asked Marya if the way to go was by paddling. Marya shook her head.
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