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She stepped back, back until the embers of the fire lay between her and that side of the little clearing. In spite of herself the exclamation escaped her "McGurk!" The voice spoke again: "Do not be afraid. You are safe, absolutely." "What are you?" "Your friend." "Is it you who followed me up the valley?" "Yes." "Come into the light. I must see you." A faint laughter reached her from the dark.
As he sat there minute after minute and then hour after hour of the long night Pierre saw the meaning of it. If they sent word that they would not give up Pierre it was war, and war with McGurk had only one ending. If they sent word that Pierre was surrendered the shame would never leave Boone and his men. Whatever they did there was ruin for them in the end.
There was no cranny in the rocks too small for them to reconnoiter with caution. There was no group of trees they did not examine. Yet it was not strange that they failed. In the space of every square mile there were a hundred hiding-places which might have served McGurk. It would have taken a month to comb the country. They had only a day, and left the result to chance, but chance failed them.
And Black Gandil answered with his evil, sudden grin: "Maybe McGurk, but not God." They started on again with Garry Patterson and Dick Wilbur riding close on either side of Pierre, supporting his limp body. It delayed the whole gang, for they could not go on faster than a jog-trot. The wind, however, was falling off in violence.
There was a quiver in the black forest of Boone's beard, and if Pierre was cold before, he was sick at heart to see the big man cringe before McGurk. He stammered: "Give me time." "Good," said McGurk. "I'm afraid I know what your answer would be now, but if you take a couple of days you will think things over and come to a reasonable conclusion.
We will go through the doors together me first to take his fire, and you behind to shoot him down." "I guess no man can be as brave as a woman, Jack. No; I have to see McGurk alone. He faced my father alone and shot him down. I'll face McGurk alone and live long enough to put my mark on him." "But you don't know him. He can't be hurt.
Pierre met the eye of the other and smiled faintly. "Not this message." "Oh," said the other, and then shouted: "McGurk!" Far away came the rush of hoofs over a hard trail. Only a minute more and they would be here; only a minute more and the room would be full of fighting men ready to die with him and for him.
Maybe some folks will be saying that I've got what I've been asking for, and I know that Bob McGurk got me fair and square, shooting from the hip. That don't help me none, lying here with a through ticket to some place that's farther south than Texas." Pierre lowered the letter and looked gravely upon Father Victor. "There are blasphemies coming. Shall I read on?" "Yes."
And as she lay in a half swoon she heard the faint clatter of galloping hoofs over the rooks and a wild voice yelling, fainter and fainter with distance: "McGurk!" It came back to her like a threat; it beat at her ears and roused her, that continually diminishing cry: "McGurk!"
Shane O'Connell, looking into her honest gray eyes, knew that he could trust her. Slowly brokenly tensely, he told her how he had killed Red McGurk, and why. The corridors were full of shadows when Althea Beekman put her hands on Shane O'Connell's shoulders and bade him good night.
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