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The Indian led one mustang and called to the others. Shefford stepped close behind. They went down in single file, inch by inch, foot by foot, and safely reached the comparative level below. "Shadd's gang are riding their horses up and down these walls!" exclaimed Shefford. "Shore," replied Lassiter. Both the women were silent. Nas Ta Bega led the way swiftly to the right.
But Lassiter had a way about him thet's awful. He spoke a word a name I couldn't understand it, though he spoke clear as a bell. I was too excited, mebbe. Judge Dyer must hev understood it, an' a lot more thet was mystery to me, for he pitched forrard out of his chair right onto the platform.
He got as far as the thought that he would do well to drift, to wait till she learned she loved him, and then, perhaps, she could be persuaded to let him take her and Lassiter and Jane away together. And from that night he went at his work and the part he played in the village with a zeal and a cunning that left him free to seek Fay when he chose.
"Fay Larkin!" he exclaimed, with a deep breath of relief that the secret was disclosed. "So you're not a wife!... You're free! Thank Heaven! But I felt it was sacrifice. I knew there had been a crime. For crime it is. You child! You can't understand what crime. Oh, almost I wish you and Jane and Lassiter had never been found. But that's wrong of me. One year of agony that shall not ruin your life.
He leaped to catch Lassiter's busy hands. "No, no! What are you doing?" he demanded, in a kind of fury. "I won't take her racers. What do you think I am? It'd be monstrous. Lassiter! stop it, I say!... You've got her to save. You've miles and miles to go. Tull is trailing you. There are rustlers in the Pass. Give me back that saddle-bag!"
Here Lassiter rested the burros for a little while, but he was restless, uneasy, silent, always listening, peering under the trees. She dully reflected that enemies were behind them before them; still the thought awakened no dread or concern or interest. At his bidding she mounted and rode on close to the heels of his burro.
At this juncture little Fay sidled over to Lassiter. "Has oo a little dirl?" she inquired. "No, lassie," replied the rider. Whatever Fay seemed to be searching for in Lassiter's sun-reddened face and quiet eyes she evidently found. "Oo tan tom to see me," she added, and with that, shyness gave place to friendly curiosity.
Venters wheeled in his chair to regard Lassiter in amazement, and Jane slowly raised herself in white, still wonder. "Milly Erne's grave?" she echoed, in a whisper. "What do you know of Milly Erne, my best-beloved friend who died in my arms? What were you to her?" "Did I claim to be anythin'?" he inquired. "I know people relatives who have long wanted to know where she's buried, that's all."
She told him in few words what her errand to him was, Tom Lassiter and those who rode with him at the head of the column pressing around. The question and mystification in Macdonald's face at her coming cleared with her brisk words. There was no wonder to him any more in her being there. It was like her to come, winging through the night straight to him, like a dove with a message.
An' it killed thet man, as I seen afterward. Then come a bunch of thunderin' shots nine I calkilated after, fer they come so quick I couldn't count them an' I knew Lassiter hed turned the black guns loose on Dyer. "I'm tellin' you straight, Miss Withersteen, fer I want you to know. Afterward you'll git over it. I've seen some soul-rackin' scenes on this Utah border, but this was the awfulest.
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