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They seized upon the huge body and dragged it to the far end of the room, but despite their best efforts the two were not able to lift the great, inert mass of flesh and bone and muscle and pass it through the tiny opening. "What shall we do?" cried Theriere. "We must stay here with him," replied Barbara Harding.
"Dat's no kind o' job fer a broiler." And before either she or Theriere could guess his intention the mucker had pushed Barbara aside and taken her place at the wheel. "Good for you, Byrne!" cried Theriere. "I needed you badly." "Why didn't yeh say so den?" growled the man.
The words were almost inaudible, and then the body stiffened with a little convulsive tremor, and Henri Theriere, Count de Cadenet, passed over into the keeping of his noble ancestors. "He's gone!" whispered the girl, dry-eyed but suffering. She had not loved this man, she realized, but she had learned to think of him as her one true friend in their little world of scoundrels and murderers.
He felt friendship for Theriere! It was unthinkable, and yet the mucker knew that it was so. Painfully he crawled over to the Frenchman's side. "Theriere!" he whispered in the man's ear. The officer turned his head wearily.
Larry Divine, who had sat weeping upon the deck of the doomed ship during the time that hope had been at its lowest, had recovered his poise. Skipper Simms, subdued for the moment, soon commenced to regain his bluster. He took Theriere to task for the loss of the Halfmoon.
With the aid of Byrne's Herculean muscles and great weight the bow of the Halfmoon commenced to come slowly around so that presently she almost paralleled the cliffs again, but now she was much closer in than when Skipper Simms had deserted her to her fate so close that Theriere had little hope of being able to carry out his plan of taking her opposite the opening and then turning and running her before the wind straight into the swirling waters of the inlet.
Scarce had he started, however, with his men stringing in single file behind him, than he came to a sudden halt, for below him in the camp that lay between the girl's shelter and the westerly camp a figure had arisen stealthily from among his fellows. It was Theriere. Cautiously he moved to a sleeper nearby whom he shook gently until he had awakened him. "Hush, Byrne," cautioned the Frenchman.
"I'm afraid not, Byrne," said Theriere, in a voice that none there would have recognized as that of the harsh and masterful second officer of the Halfmoon. "Yer afraid not!" echoed Billy Byrne, in amazement. "For her sake I hope that they did," said Theriere; "for such as she it would have been a far less horrible fate than the one I fear they have reserved her for."
WHEN Barbara Harding, with Miller before and Swenson behind her, had taken up the march behind the loot-laden party seven dusky, noiseless shadows had emerged from the forest to follow close behind. For half a mile the party moved along the narrow trail unmolested. Theriere had come back to exchange a half-dozen words with the girl and had again moved forward toward the head of the column.
Divine assures me that he, too, has been forced into this affair, but by threats of death rather than deception." The expression on Mr. Theriere's face was eloquent of sarcastic incredulity. "How about the note of introduction that I carried to your father from Mr. Divine?" asked Theriere. "He says that he was compelled to write it at the point of a revolver," replied the girl.
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