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Suddenly, with a soft fierceness, he added: "If I looked in her room, what of that? In all the North is there a woman to say I wrong her? No. Well, what if I carry her room in my eye; does that hurt her or you?" Perhaps something of the loneliness of the outlaw crept into Pierre's voice for an instant, for Halby suddenly put a hand on his shoulder and said: "Let's drop the thing, Pierre."
He had stopped at Throng's to find Halby, and had followed them. Murder had been committed near the border, and Halby was needed at once. Halby stood still, numb with distress, for there was Lydia. He turned to Pierre in dismay. Pierre's face lighted up with the spirit of fresh adventure. Desperate enterprises roused him; the impossible had a charm for him. "I will go to Fort O'Battle," he said.
Halby looked over at Pierre astonished. Here was raillery and good advice all in a piece. "It isn't wise to go alone, for if there's trouble and I should go down, who's to tell the truth? Two could do it; but one no, it isn't wise, though it would look smart enough." "Who said to go alone?" asked Pierre, scrawling on the table with a burnt match. "I have no men." Pierre looked up at the wall.
"All right, Jimmy. All right." After a moment Throng shook his head feebly and said, scarcely above a whisper: "But I be a durn fool when she's not here." Duc nodded and gave him more whisky and herbs. "My feet's cold," said the old man, and Duc wrapped a bearskin round his legs. For miles Pierre and Halby rode without a word.
Halby looked over at Pierre astonished. Here was raillery and good advice all in a piece. "It isn't wise to go alone, for if there's trouble and I should go down, who's to tell the truth? Two could do it; but one no, it isn't wise, though it would look smart enough." "Who said to go alone?" asked Pierre, scrawling on the table with a burnt match. "I have no men." Pierre looked up at the wall.
Get on your knees to Father Corraine, not to Captain Halby, Jimmy Throng." Pierre spoke in a half-sinister, ironical way, for between him and Captain Halby's Riders of the Plains there was no good feeling. More than once he had come into conflict with them, more than once had they laid their hands on him and taken them off again in due time.
"I'll never forget it, on my honour, if you do it," he said. Pierre mounted his horse and said, as if a thought had struck him: "If I stand for the law in this, will you stand against it some time for me?" Halby hesitated, then said, holding out his hand, "Yes, if it's nothing dirty." Pierre smiled.
They had gone scarce a mile farther when Pierre, chancing to turn round, saw a horseman riding hard after them. They drew up, and soon the man a Rider of the Plains was beside them. He had stopped at Throng's to find Halby, and had followed them. Murder had been committed near the border, and Halby was needed at once. Halby stood still, numb with distress, for there was Lydia.
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