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Updated: June 11, 2025
Garth, wary of the furtive gleam in the man's eye, sprang to his feet the instant they touched the island, and leaped out, careful never to turn his back. He forced Mabyn to retire a dozen paces, while he took the place he vacated in the stern; and then he ordered him to push off. At the prospect of being left alone, Mabyn's flesh failed him again.
Soothing her, he offered Rina's drink; and it had an immediate effect. She dropped off to sleep again. Then Garth picked up his gun and strode toward Mabyn. The man waited for him with an air oddly mixed of fear and bravado. As Garth came close he smiled in a way that he intended to be ingratiating but Mabyn's smile only rendered him more hideous.
At that moment unspeakable atrocities committed on Garth's body would not have satisfied Mabyn's lust to destroy his flesh. Any move on his part would have overturned the crazy dugout, but, shivering at the sight of the water, he was unable to take that way.
When she entered the room she uttered a slight cry of alarm and ran forward to her sister. Wenna was seated on a chair by the side of the bed, but she had thrown her arms out on the bed, her head was between them, and she was sobbing as if her heart would break. "Wenna, what is the matter? what has he said to you?" Mabyn's eyes were all afire now. Wenna would not answer.
Coming closer, he satisfied himself that the speakers were sitting on the bench at the door of the shack. In the darkness he almost fell across the figure of the little cayuse, prone in the grass. The animal scrambled to its feet and trotted away. Garth paused, listening, his heart in his throat but Mabyn's voice presently went on undisturbed.
"'Erbe't, who is this woman?" she said quite simply at last. "What is that to you?" he blustered roughly, thinking to beat her down; perhaps to kill her outright with cruelty. "This is my wife!" "Oh, no! no!" whispered Natalie, sick with the sight of so much misery. It is doubtful if the girl heard her. She tottered forward; and seized and clung to Mabyn's arm.
He finally gained the top of the rise; and let himself down in the grass, distant some thirty feet from them. A flash of lightning or even the lighting of a lantern would have revealed him clearly. He instantly understood that he was the subject of their talk. "It's his life or mine," in Mabyn's blustering whine were the first words he distinctly heard.
It was certainly Mabyn's intention that she should be heard at least a quarter of a mile off, for now they had got down to the open, and they could hear the stream some way ahead of them, which they would have to cross. At this point Mabyn paused for a second to let her sister overtake her: then they went on arm-in-arm. "Oh, Wenna," she said, "do you remember 'young Lochinvar'?" "Of course."
Garth, fearful that Grylls might succeed in flanking them at last, ordered her to climb up behind him; and without turning his head, told her how to make a little parapet along the top of the rock on the exposed side. Garth finally got his chance. A little stone rolled down from Mabyn's hiding-place; and he instantly trained his gun on the spot.
"But it's understood this doesn't affect what I said before. You are not to come within a hundred yards of this camp!" Mabyn shrugged, as at the unworthiness of Garth's suspicions. "You agree to it?" Garth persisted. "All right!" said Mabyn a shade too readily. "Shake!" Garth shifted his gun; and advanced to take Mabyn's hand.
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