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"Allie," he said, "you don't have to keep cooped up in there unless I tell you. But don't talk to any one and don't go that way." He pointed toward the humming camp. "That place beats any gold- diggings I ever saw," he concluded. The tall, scant sage afforded Allie some little seclusion, and she walked there until Durade called her to supper.
"I was jest tellin' her about what a place Benton is," replied Fresno. "Allie, is that true?" queried Durade, sharply. "Yes," she replied. "Fresno, I did not like your looks." "Boss, if you don't like 'em you know what you can do," rejoined Fresno, impudently, and he lounged out of the room. "Allie, these men are all bad," said Durade. "You must avoid them when my back's turned.
"Winners are choosers," returned Jones, with an enigmatic smile. His hard, cold eyes shifted to Allie and seemed to pierce her, then went back to Durade and Mull and Fresno. Plain it was to Allie, with her woman's intuition, that if Jones returned it would not be because he trusted that trio.
But something might happen you can never tell, and I don't refer particularly to Durade and his gang. I mean, life and everything is uncertain out here. So promise me, no matter what happens, that you'll stand by your work." "I promise that, too," replied Neale, huskily. "But you frighten me. You fear for yourself?" "No, I don't," she protested. "Fate could not be so brutal to take you from me.
Restlessness and gloom began to weigh upon her and she was in continual conflict with herself. She began to think of disobeying Durade. Something would happen to him sooner or later, and in that event what was she to do? Why not try and escape? Whatever the evil of Benton, it was possible that she might not fall into bad hands.
Will this make any difference to you?" "My God, no! But I'm so so thunderstruck.... This man this Durade tell me more of him." "He was a Spaniard of high degree, an adventurer, a gambler. He was mad to gamble. He forced my mother to use her beauty to lure men to his gambling-hell.... Oh, it's terrible to remember. She said he meant to use me for that purpose. That's why she left him.
She ate alone on a wagon-seat, and when twilight fell she climbed into her wagon, grateful that it was high off the ground and so inclosed her from all except sound. Darkness came; the fire died down; the low voices of Durade and his men, and of callers who visited them, flowed continuously. Then, presently, there arose a strange murmur, unlike any sound Allie had ever heard.
The Englishman threw down his cards. "None," he said. The game was interrupted by a commotion in the adjoining room, which was the public gambling-hall of Durade's establishment. "Another fight!" exclaimed Durade, impatiently. "And only Mull and Fresno showed up to-day." Harsh voices and heavy stamps were followed by a pistol-shot. Durade hurriedly arose.
Then he called: "Fresno Mull take men go around the street. They can't get away ... You, Mex, get down in there with the gang." Lower voices answered, questioning, eager, but indistinct. "Kill him bring her back and you can have the gold," shouted Durade. Following that came the heavy tramp of boots and the low roar of angry men. Hough leaned toward Ancliffe. "They've got us penned in." "Yes.
The other woman was younger, and her sad face showed traces of a former comeliness. They called her Mrs. Durade. The girl was her daughter Allie. She appeared about fifteen years old, and was slight of form. Her face did not seem to tan. It was pale. She looked tired, and was shy and silent, almost ashamed. She had long, rich, chestnut-colored hair which she wore in a braid.
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