"
"No trouble as long as you keep your hand out of another man's game,
kid."
"That's it. I can't see you rob Mr. Cochrane like this. You aren't
gambling--you're digging gold. The game stops now."
It was a moment before the crowd realized what was about to happen;
they saw it reflected first in the face of Hurley, which suddenly went
taut and pale, and then, even as they looked with a smile of curiosity
and derision toward Pierre le Rouge, they saw and understood.
For the moment Pierre said, "The game stops now," the calm which had
been with him was gone. It was like the scent of blood to the starved
wolf. The last word was scarcely off his tongue when he was crouched
with a devil of green fury in his eyes--the light struck his hair into
a wave of flame--his face altered by a dozen ugly years.
"D'you mean?" whispered Hurley, as if he feared to break the silence
with his full voice.
"Get out of the room."
And the impulse of Hurley, plainly enough, was to obey the order, and
go anywhere to escape from that relentless stare.
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