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I've finished in there, so come on to the mess and let's have a spot for luck. Come on, Scottie. Eleven o'clock's all right for you, isn't it?" "Shan't say no," said the gentleman addressed, and they passed behind the orderly-room and in at an open door. Peter glanced curiously round. The place was very cheerful a fire burning and gay pictures on the wall.
Before I have another I want to tell you what I'm up against, Rookie. My Gawd, it's a funny chance that ran me up against you just in time! Listen." He told McTabb briefly of Scottie Deane's death, of Couchée's flight from the cabin, and the present situation there. "There isn't a minute to lose," he finished, tightening his hold on McTabb's hand.
Right now I can see the butt of that gun trembling. The Scottie made a complete turn in the air, hit the ground, rolling over twice, each time clawing at the earth, and then remained still, about four feet from me, in a sort of sitting position. I called to him, "Are you hurt badly, Jock?" but no answer. He was dead. A dark, red smudge was coming through his tunic right under the heart.
His face was white with the effect of the whisky, and one spot of color burned in each cheek. He looked gloweringly upon his companions. "Andy," he said, "I " "Wait a minute," said Scottie swiftly, seeing that the scales were balancing toward a defeat. "Let him talk. You don't have to tell him what to say," said Andrew.
Larry la Roche, his voice a guarded, hissing whisper, was speaking to Jeff as Andrew began listening from his new position. "What I ask you," said La Roche, "is this: Have we had any luck since the kid joined us?" "We've got a pile of the coin," said Jeff obstinately. "D'you stack a little coin against the loss of Allister?" asked Larry la Roche. "Easy," cautioned Scottie. "Not so loud, Larry."
Why, man, with you at my back I'd laugh at twenty fellows like these. They simply don't count." It was another well-placed shot, and he saw Rankin flush heavily with pleasure. Scottie tilted his box back against the wall and delivered his counterstroke: "He said the same thing to me earlier on in the evening," he remarked casually. "But I told him where to go.
His blood leaped a little excitedly when he found that Scottie Deane's trail was now almost as straight as a plumb-line and that the sledge no longer became entangled in hidden windfalls and brush. It was proof that it was light when Deane and Isobel had left their camp. Isobel was walking now, and their sledge was traveling faster.
That part of the dream was come true, but, instead of Scottie leaning over him, it was the marshal, who sat in his chair with his rifle across his knees. Andrew sat up. His weapons had been indeed removed, and the marshal was looking at him with beady eyes. "Have you seen 'em?" asked Andrew. "Have the boys shown themselves?" He started to get up, but the marshal's crisp voice cut in on him.
"Partner," said Scottie Macdougal from the cab, where he still kept the engineer and fireman covered, "a little hunt is like an after-dinner drink to me." To the utter amazement of Andrew the whole crowd the crowd which had just been carefully and systematically robbed burst into laughter. But this was the end.
The corporal was already half convinced that Scottie Deane had made the trail from camp and that the hair he had found entangled in the splinter on the tent-pole belonged to the outlaw's wife. And Scottie Deane was too big a prize to lose. Billy's mind worked rapidly as he bent more determinedly to the pursuit. He knew that there were only two things that Bucky could do under the circumstances.
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