"
"Run?" he said hotly. "I swear to God that as I stand here I've no
fear of death and no hope for the life ahead."
She sneered: "You're white while you say it. Your will may be brave,
but your blood's a coward, Pierre. It deserts you."
"Jack, you devil--"
"Aye, you can threaten me safely. But if McGurk were here--"
"Let him come."
"Then give me one promise."
"A thousand of 'em."
"Let me hunt him with you."
He stared at her with wonder.
"Jack, what a heart you have! If you were a man we could rule the
mountains, you and I."
"Even as I am, what prevents us, Pierre?"
And looking at her he forgot the sorrow which had been his ever since
he looked up to the face framed with red-gold hair and the dark tree
behind and the cold stars steady above it. It would come to him again,
but now it was gone, and he murmured, smiling: "I wonder?"
They made their plans that night, sitting all three together. It was
better to go out and hunt the hunter than to wait there and be tracked
down. Jack, for she insisted on it, would ride out with Pierre the
next morning and hunt through the hills for the hiding-place
of McGurk.
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