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Updated: June 11, 2025
Howard did not smile at Barbee's reference to Sanchia. He hardly remarked it. 'Tell me about Courtot, he commanded. 'Something's come over him, said Barbee vaguely. 'He's different somehow, Al; and I can't just get him. If he ain't half crazy he ain't much more than half right. He's got a funny look in his eyes; he's as nervous as a cat; he jumps sideways if you move quick.
But he knew that she feared it was Jim Courtot, to whom naturally Sanchia would turn at a moment like this; and never from the first did he doubt that it was Courtot. 'It's some one of Sanchia's crowd, he said with high assumption of carelessness. 'But here is what I can't understand! Your father told Sanchia; she has raced off and staked; and as sure as fate, they are on the wrong hill!
And I've got it clear in my head that he'll never quit on the trail until he's squared accounts with Courtot. 'By the way, said Carr carelessly after a moment, 'the professor seems all excited about something or other this morning. What's it all about? 'What do you mean? countered Howard. 'Oh, nothing. Only from the way he grabbed on to you I fancied that he had told you.
Courtot held where he was, balancing briefly. Then they heard him cry out, his voice strange and hoarse; he whirled about and began to run. He was going down the trail now, running as a man runs only from his death, stumbling, cursing, rising and plunging on. 'Look! Howard's fingers had locked upon Helen's arm. 'It is Kish Taka! She looked.
So was Courtot. Behind Sanchia lagged spiritlessly, seeming of a mind to stop and turn back. He looked at Helen; she had had no sleep, she was unstrung, nervous, distraught. He gnawed at his lip and looked again toward Courtot. 'If you love me! pleaded Helen wildly. 'I love you, he said grimly. 'That is all that counts. He waited until she looked away from him.
'She's as crooked as a dog's hind leg; she's running neck and neck, fifty-fifty, with Jim Courtot and Monte Devine on all kinds of deals Come on. We've got to burn the earth getting back to Big Run. We'll beat 'em to it yet. 'Wait a minute, Al, called Lee softly. 'Let's get all the dope first. You say, Mr. Longstreet, that you filed on your claim all right?
'For God's sake! spoke up Barbee, querulously and nervously. 'Are you going to shuffle all the spots off? Come alive, Longstreet. Longstreet allowed Barbee to cut and began dealing. Jim Courtot, his step quick but strangely noiseless, came to the table. His eyes were for Barbee as he said quietly: 'Just a little game for fun? Any objection if I kick in? Barbee frowned.
Haven't seen you since old Buck was a calf. Where you been keeping yourself? His big smile widened. 'Courtot hasn't got you hiding out, has he? 'So you've heard that Courtot stuff, too? Pony, this is a friend of mine; Mr. Longstreet, Pony Lee. While they shook hands Howard added: 'Lee here knows more about practical mining than any other foot-loose stranger this side the Alleghanies.
A fear crept into her heart, and like many a baseless emotion grew into certainty, that if Alan Howard and Jim Courtot came face to face it would be Alan who fell.
From other added fragments Howard gathered something of a story: Kish Taka and his brother, the dog with them, had come from 'where they lived' far off to the north, seeking Jim Courtot. Yesterday Kish Taka had sent his dog back across the wastes, carrying a message. The message was in the form of a feather from his belt tied with a lock of hair dipped in blood.
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