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He had seen Hauck talking swiftly to two of the white men. And now Hauck caught the girl and held her back. David knew that he was dripping red and he was glad that she came no nearer. Hauck was telling her to go to the house, and David nodded, and with a movement of his hand made her understand that she must obey. Not until he saw her going did he pick up his shirt and step out among the men.
The kid you brought in to-day was a baby then alone with her mother. Ho, ho! deuced easy deuced easy! But he was a darn' fool!" He drank with incredible slowness, it seemed to David. It was torture to watch him, with the fear, every instant, that Hauck would come. "What happened?" he urged. "Bucky my friend in love with that woman, O'Doone's wife," resumed Brokaw. "Dead crazy, Mac.
Probably they knew also how limited his ammunition was. And they were exposing themselves. Why should he save his last three shots? When they were gone and he no longer answered their fire they would rush the cabin, beat in the door, and then the revolver! With that he would tear out their hearts as they entered. He saw Hauck, fired and missed.
"Why do I belong to Brokaw?" she asked again, a little tremble in her voice. "Why did Hauck say that? Can can a man buy a girl?" The nails of her slender fingers were pricking his flesh. David did not feel their hurt. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "Did that man Hauck sell you?" He looked away from her as he asked the question.
But not with Hauck watching him, for Hauck was four fifths sober, and there was a depth to his cruel eyes which he did not like. He watched the effect of his words on Brokaw. The tenseness left his body, his hands unclenched slowly, his heavy jaw relaxed and David laughed softly. He felt that he was out of deep water now. This fellow, half filled with drink, was wonderfully credulous.
And Hauck sent away somewhere up there" she pointed northward "for Brokaw. He said I belonged to Brokaw. What did he mean?" She turned so that she could look straight into David's eyes. She was hard to answer. If she had been a woman....
"And in that fight I'm going to kill you!" he hissed. It was Hauck who put his hands on the Girl. "Go with him," whispered David, as her arms tightened about his shoulders. "You must go with him, Marge if I am to have a chance!" Her face was against him. She was talking, low, swiftly, for his ears alone with Hauck already beginning to pull her away. "I will go to the house.
The door opened, and Hauck entered, and stood with his back to David. Horrible! Strike a man like that and with a club! If he could use his hands, choke him, give him at least a quarter chance. But it had to be done. It was a sickening thing. Hauck went down without a groan so silently, so lifelessly that David thought he had killed him.
Undoubtedly Hauck and Brokaw were rough men; from what she had told him he was convinced they were lawless men, engaged in a very wide "underground" trade in whisky. But he believed that he would not find them as bad as he had pictured them at first, even though the Nest was a horrible place for the girl. Her running away was the most natural thing in the world for her.
There would be an unpleasantness, of course; but when both Hauck and Brokaw were confronted with a certain situation, and with the peculiarly significant facts which he now held in his possession, he could not see how they would be able to place any very great obstacle in the way of his determination to take Marge from the Nest.
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