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Updated: June 14, 2025
He might never see her again after these days of terror that were ahead of him; but if she lived, and he knew that the sun was shining in her bright hair, and that her blue eyes still looked up at the stars, and that in her sweet prayers she sometimes thought of him along with Deane life could not be quite so lonely for him. McTabb had dropped back to his side. "Head hurt?" he asked.
"The little man isn't a beauty," said Sally McTabb, "but he shows 'race." He might be eccentric, but when you came to know him you couldn't help liking the embryo duke in him. In fact, things were going very well with Mrs. Mavick, except in her own household. There was something there that did not yield, that did not flow with her plans.
Isobel laughed gleefully when she saw the curl between his fingers. Before McTabb had turned it was in his pocket. "I won't see her again soon," MacVeigh said; and he tried to keep a thickness out of his voice. "That is, I I won't see her to to handle her. I'll come over now and then an' look at her from the edge of the woods.
He forced himself to his feet and dragged himself into the outer room, closing the door after him. Even in her delirium Isobel had spoken the truth. Forever she had digged for him a black abyss between them. The Law had killed Scottie Deane. And he was the Law. And for the Law there was no punishment, even though it took the life of an innocent man. He went outside. McTabb was in the tent.
McTabb could hear the crackling and snapping of the fire when Billy reappeared arrayed in Indian Joe's "second best" buckskin trousers, a worn and tattered fur coat, a fisher-skin cap, and moccasins a size too small for him. For fifteen minutes the two men talked, McTabb still drawing the dead-line at fifty paces. Then he went back and brought up Billy's dogs and sledge.
And then he heard some one say: "S'help me God, if it ain't Billy MacVeigh!" He stared up into the face that was looking down at him. It was a white man's face, covered with a scrubby red beard. The beard was new, but the eyes and the voice he would have recognized anywhere. For two years he had messed with Rookie McTabb down at Norway and Nelson House.
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