I have a name that doesn't pass
at par up here. To speak plain truth, troopers are looking for me, and
--strange as it may be--for a crime which I didn't commit. That is the
foolishness of the law. But for this I'm making for the American border,
beyond which, treaty or no treaty, a man gets refuge.'
"He was silent after that, lookin' at me thoughtfully the while, but in a
way that told me I might trust him, evil though he called himself. At
length he said: 'I know a good priest, Father Corraine, who has a cabin
sixty miles or more from here, and I'll guide you to him, if so be you
can trust a half-breed and a gambler, and one men call an outlaw. If
not, I'm feared it'll go hard with you; for the Cypress Hills are not
easy travel, as I've known this many a year. And should you want a name
to call me, Pretty Pierre will do, though my godfathers and godmothers
did different for me before they went to Heaven.' And nothing said he
irreverently, father."
Here the priest looked up and answered: "Yes, yes, I know him well--an
evil man, and yet he has suffered too . . . Well, well, my daughter?"
"At that he took his pistol from his pocket and handed it. 'Take that,'
he said. 'It will make you safer with me, and I'll ride ahead of you,
and we shall reach there by sundown, I hope.
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