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The keen Kells saw the change working toward a transformation and he seemed craftily fighting something within him that opposed this cold ruthlessness of his men. "Gulden, suppose I don't see it your way?" he asked. "Then I won't join your Legion." "What WILL you do?" "I'll take the men who stand by me and go clean up that gold-camp."
Lapierre, a master of organization, saw almost at the moment of his arrival that the gold-camp system of two-man partnerships could be vastly improved upon. Therefore, he formed the men into shifts: eight hours in the gravel and tending the fires, eight hours chopping cord-wood and digging in the ruins of MacNair's storehouse for the remains of unburned grub, and eight hours' rest.
Surely we'd have a better chance to excape after we reach that gold-camp. You must play your part. But do it without drinking and fighting. I couldn't bear that. We'll see each other somehow. We'll plan. Then we'll take the first chance to get away." "We might never have a better chance than we've got right now," he remonstrated. "It may seem so to you.
We're none of us safe any more. I see suspicion everywhere. I've urged getting a big stake and then hitting the trail for the border. But not a man sticks to me in that. They all want the free, easy, wild life of this gold-camp. So we're anchored till till... But maybe it's not too late. Pearce, Oliver, Smith all the best of my Legion profess loyalty to me.
Kells made the gambler go for his gun. I'll have to say that for Kells." "It doesn't change the thing. I'd forgotten what a monster he is." "Joan, his motive is plain. This new gold-camp has not reached the blood-spilling stage yet. It hadn't, I should say. The news of this killing will fly. It'll focus minds on this claim-buyer, Blight.
But, once round that obstruction, Kells halted his men with short, tense exclamation. Joan saw that she stood high up on the slope, looking down upon the gold-camp. It was an interesting scene, but not beautiful. To Kells it must have been so, but to Joan it was even more hideous than the slash in the forest.
Afar off shone the first faint light of the gold-camp to which the three were riding. This glimmering ray was two miles out from the center of town. Goldite was spread in a circle four miles wide, and the most of it was isolated tents. The darkness shut down like a pall.
For Joan, however, it was a relief; and the slower they might travel the better she would like it. At the end of that journey there were Gulden and the others, and the gold-camp with its illimitable possibilities for such men. At noon the party halted for a rest. The camp site was pleasant and the men were all agreeable.
If Evan Blount, as the representative of the unpopular railroad, had been anticipating an unfriendly reception at the great gold-camp in the Carnadine Hills, he was agreeably disappointed.
It's as if he were a gorilla and would take me off even if I were dead!... No, Jim, let us wait. Let me select the time. I can do it. Trust me. Oh, Jim, now that I've saved you from being a bandit, I can do anything. I can fool Kells or Pearce or Wood any of them, except Gulden." "If Kells had to choose now between trailing you and rushing for the gold-camp, which would he do?"
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