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At the same instant the girl cried out, sharply, flinging herself from her position, while the marshal jerked his head back in time to see her dash upon Dextry. "Don't! Don't!" She cried her appeal to the old man. "Keep cool. You'll be sorry, Dex they're almost through." The officer had not seen any movement on Dextry's part, but doubtless her quick eye had detected signs of violence.
"BAH! I guess not," said the Kid, suddenly, with an inflection that startled the other from his preening. Then, as he went out, the man mused: "Gee! Bronco's got the worst eye in the camp! Makes me creep when he throws it on me with that muddy look. He acted like he was jealous." At noon the next day, as he prepared to go to the claim, Dextry's partner burst in upon him.
"Say, you're a jewel, Cherry. You've saved us twice. You caught Voorhees just in time. My heart hit my palate when he looked into that stove, but the next instant I wanted to laugh at Dextry's expression." Impulsively Glenister laid his hands upon her shoulders.
She reached out and gripped him by the hair, while her fingers, tense as talons, sought his eyes. Then the first loud sound of the battle arose. The man yelled in sudden terror; and the others as suddenly fell back. The next instant she felt a hand upon her shoulder and heard Dextry's voice. "Are ye hurt? No? Come on, then, or we'll get left."
The daring manoeuvre was almost as quick as the flash of woman's wit that prompted it, and was carried through while the answer to Dextry's question was still unspoken. Then Glenister opened the door carelessly and admitted the group of men. "We've got a search-warrant to look through your house," said Voorhees. "What are you looking for?" "Gold-dust from Anvil Creek." "All right search away."
The forms she had seen approached, speaking earnestly. Instead of passing, they stopped abreast of her hiding-place; then, as they began to talk, she saw that her retreat was cut off and that she must not stir. "What brings her here?" Glenister was echoing a question of Dextry's. "Bah! What brings them all? What brought 'the Duchess, and Cherry Malotte, and all the rest?"
He turned to his partner in puzzled inquiry, but found that the old man had crossed to the head of the landing ladder up which the pursuers were climbing. "Just a minute you there! Back up or I'll kick your face in." Dextry's voice was sharp and unexpected, and in the darkness he loomed tall and menacing to those below. "Get out of the way.
During Dextry's garrulous ramblings, Glenister emerged from the darkness and silently took his place beside her, against the rail. "What portent do you see that makes you stare into the night so anxiously?" he inquired. "I am wishing for a sight of the midnight sun or the aurora borealis," she replied. "Too late for one an' too fur south for the other," Dextry interposed.
No one had, and when they were later assembled to take stock of their injuries he was greeted by Dextry's gleeful announcement: "That's the deuce of a fight. We 'ain't got so much as a cold sore among us." "We have captured fourteen," another announced, "and there may be more out yonder in the brush."
He seated himself and tugged at his foot till the boot came away with a sucking sound, then, instead of emptying the accumulation at random, he poured the contents into Dextry's empty gold-pan, rinsing it out carefully. The other boot he emptied likewise.
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