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But Colmor showed nothing of her spiritual reaction. He was young. He had wild blood. He was loyal to the Isbels. "Jean, never worry about my conscience," he said, with a keen look. "Nothin' would tickle me any more than to get a shot at every damn one of the Jorths." That established Colmor's status in regard to the Jorth-Isbel feud. Jean had no more to say.
"No, he shore wasn't," interrupted Isbel, with a dark smile, "an' he never will be there again." Meeker nodded with slow comprehension and a shade crossed his face. "Wal, Campbell claimed he'd heerd from some one who was thar. Anyway, the Jorths were drinkin' hard, an' they raised a row with Ted same old sheep talk an' somebody shot him.
The wind moaned fitfully among the pines, and all about that lonely, hidden recess was in harmony with Ellen's thoughts. "Girl, y'u're shore game," said Colter, admiringly. "An' I reckon y'u never got it from the Jorths." "Tad in there he's game," said Queen, in mild protest. "Not to my notion," replied Colter.
He had avenged Guy, he had depleted the ranks of the Jorths, he had made good the brag of his father, all of which afforded him satisfaction. But these thoughts were not accountable for all that he felt, especially for the bittersweet sting of the fact that death to the defiler of Ellen Jorth could not efface the doubt, the regret which seemed to grow with the hours.
She had the nerve of a man. She had looked out upon death before. "Yes, they're dead," she said, bitterly. "An' how are we goin' to get their bodies?" At this Gaston Isbel seemed to rouse from the cold spell that had transfixed him. "God, this is hell for our women," he cried out, hoarsely. "My son my son! ... Murdered by the Jorths!" Then he swore a terrible oath.
She felt that she could not endure this reiterated suggestion of fineness, of consideration in him. She would betray herself betray what she did not even realize herself. She must force other footing and that should be the one of strife between the Jorths and Isbels. "No honest, I didn't, Miss Ellen," he rejoined, humbly. "I'll tell you, presently, why I came.
The thought of her dark beauty, wasted in wantonness upon these rustlers, added a deadly rage to the blood lust and righteous wrath of his vengeance. Let her again flaunt her degradation in his face and, by the God she had forsaken, he would kill her, and so end the race of Jorths! Another night fell, dark and cold, without starlight. The wind moaned in the forest. Shepp was restless.
Receiving no answer, he bent lower in the starlight and placed a hand upon the man's breast. "Wal, he's gone.... I wonder if he really was the old Texas King Fisher. No one would ever believe it.... But if he killed the Jorths, I'll shore believe him." Two weeks of lonely solitude in the forest had worked incalculable change in Ellen Jorth.
"The first Jorth-Isbel fight has come off.... Reckon you remember makin' me promise to tell you if I heerd anythin'. Wal, I didn't wait fer you to come up." "So Ellen heard her voice calmly saying. What was this lying calm when there seemed to be a stone hammer at her heart? The first fight not so bad for the Jorths! Then it had been bad for the Isbels.
Oh, Jean!" exclaimed Ann, in surprise and embarrassment. "Dad said she was a damned hussy." "Jean, dad hates the Jorths." "Sister, I'm askin' you what you think of Ellen Jorth. Would you be friends with her if you could?" "Yes." "Then you don't believe she's bad." "No. Ellen Jorth is lonely, unhappy. She has no mother. She lives alone among rough men.
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