"
"White--vanished at once--went into the dark as fast as a horse can
gallop?"
"Something like that. Do you think it was someone?"
For answer the boy whipped out his revolver, examined it, and spun the
cylinder with shaking hands. Then he said through set teeth: "So you
come up here trailin' him after you, eh?"
"Who?"
"McGurk!"
The name came like a rifle shot and Mary rose in turn and shrank back
toward the wall, for there was murder in the lighted black eyes which
stared after her and crumbling fear in her own heart at the thought of
McGurk hovering near--of the peril that impended for Pierre. Of the
nights in the valley of the Crow she refused to let herself think.
Cold beads of perspiration stood out on her forehead.
"You fool--you fool! Damn your pretty pink-and-white face--you've done
for us all! Get out!"
Mary moved readily enough toward the door, her teeth chattering with
terror in the face of this fury.
Jack continued wildly: "Done for us all; got us all as good as under
the sod. I wish you was in--Get out quick, or I'll forget--you're a
woman!" He broke into hysterical laughter, which stopped short and
finished in a heartbroken whisper: "Pierre!"
CHAPTER 30
At that Mary, who stood with her hand on the latch, whirled and stood
wide-eyed, her astonishment greater than her fear, for that whisper
told her a thousand things.
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