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Torrance's mind was working with unusual celerity. "They got what was coming to them from my fists this time. Next time they'll need a doctor or an undertaker. Besides, it's not your business to fire. That's all. Good-night." "Ignace Koppowski hope young missus not frightened," came the voice from the darkness. "Why should she be? There ain't enough men in the camp to hurt her.
Torrance's sky suddenly darkened Lefty Werner, Chico Morani, and Heppel, Koppy's special cronies. But he hid his concern beneath a grunt. He had no intention of making his grunt an invitation, but the three came on without pausing, and Werner greeted him with an embarrassed "good-evening, boss." Torrance rose and stepped back into the sitting room.
The Indian dashed recklessly from post to post. Sooner or later he would pay for it. The continued impunity of the boss was more maddening. Above the rails Koppy could see the slight bulge on which so many shots had been wasted. Probably it was only Torrance's clothing. From the floor of the forest he seemed to be reasonably protected. Koppy raised his eyes.
The first threatening arm he seized in relentless clutch, flinging back over his head the knife it held. Then a Hungarian, saved from a swinging club by Torrance's quick blow, recognised only another foe and lunged with a knife. The contractor kicked him out of the fray and went on. In the meantime Conrad was realising his mistake in dividing forces.
Torrance and Conrad, without seeming to notice, were aware that something was in brew; and, wishing to meet it in the open, they did not enter the shack. Presently Koppy and one of his bosom friends, Carl Heppel, detached themselves from the loitering group and approached the boss. "What you pay overtime, my men ask?" "Overtime!" Torrance's roar rolled out over the valley. "What in h d'ye mean?
But Conrad shook his head and pushed aside Torrance's extended hand; but he did not lower the rifle. The Indian came round the other side of the stable, as Torrance had predicted, but there was no attempt at secrecy, except that he continued to hug the ground. Torrance grunted. Tressa sighed. Conrad lowered the rifle. The Indian crawled over the back step and lifted himself to his feet.
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