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Updated: June 19, 2025
"And the fellow who carries it through is going to wear a bigger jewel in his crown, so to speak?" he asked aloud. Koppy glowered. "Then why not cop it yourself, old man? My crown's getting a bit top-heavy already. You got a finer sense of balance, and your neck's stronger.
With a scream of mad fury he leaped to his feet and charged up the loose sand of the grade. And Morani, suddenly conscious of where he was, and of Werner's chance of escape, gripped his stiletto and dug his toes into the pits Werner had made. Koppy, under the impetus of the conference, set his mind more firmly to the problem facing him.
"But three of us, I notice, are to do all the speaking," Werner growled to himself. "Next thing to being President of the United States I'd be president of the Workers of the World and the last's the safest job." Koppy went to the window and looked through into the darkening shadows. A man slid through the undergrowth out there and disappeared. Several more drifted in and out of sight.
With the flourish of the surprising promise he was swinging about to leave, when Conrad spoke. "One moment, Koppy." His voice was very quiet, but his chin was thrust forward a little. "When Miss Torrance requires protection, there are those here can give it without your assistance. That's all." A strange gleam they did not understand shot into the Pole's eyes.
Koppy leaped aside, stooping to examine a long slit in the side of his high boots. "I find him," he hissed, shaking his fist at the trees. Torrance chuckled delightedly. "A dandy eye for beauty, that chap has. He seems to like us; I'd hate to have him shooting the boots off me like that." He started for home, but bethought himself. "Get the wounded rounded up, Koppy. Nobody dead. Just as well.
Abashed, perhaps a trifle annoyed, but without a thought of fear, she lifted her eyes. But when she beheld Koppy, hat in hand, standing at the edge of her retreat with head bowed, his humility seemed to call only for the sympathy always denied him.
In time he recalled the darkness and added hastily, "with my nose. You can't fool this guy when an Indian's within a mile. I know when they're inside the township. I guess I ought to: I used to steal with 'em, out further west, trapping we was or stealing from the other fellow's traps. Smell 'em? Well, I guess." "Do you smell one now?" asked Koppy suddenly.
Werner, first to enter, as usual, selected the bunk, throwing himself on it with a cunning smile. He always thought too quickly for the others. His companions littered the floor, Koppy retaining the seat of state. Twenty-two vile-featured conspirators gathered in solemn conclave.
With set teeth, steadier than he had ever been, he thrust the rifle out again along the branch. At that instant Werner clambered up the grade and close behind him Morani. Koppy gasped. A flash of pride at the unexpected temerity of two of his lieutenants. But it faded swiftly before two driving fears. Torrance had risen to meet them; and Koppy knew the force of that great fist.
Unless his eyes deceived him, Koppy was out of the reckoning in case of need. Irritated, Conrad swung about impatiently. Torrance was sauntering downward, filling his pipe. "Here," the foreman called sharply, "we must stop that, and quick." "It's only a fight," drawled Torrance. Conrad's face darkened with disgust. "Don't cut your own throat.
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