After all, it was not a lie. "You killed McGurk?"
She said coolly: "I let him go the way he let you, Dick. He's on foot
in the mountains without a horse or a gun."
"It isn't possible!"
"There's the horse for proof."
He looked at her as if she were something more than human.
"Our Jack--did this?"
"We've got to start on. Can you walk, Dick?"
"A thousand miles now."
Yet he staggered when he tried to rise, and she made him climb up to
the saddle. The white horse walked on, and she kept her place close at
the stirrup of the rider. He would have stopped and dismounted for her
a hundred times, but she made him keep his place.
"What's ahead of us, Jack? We're the last of the gang?"
"The last of Boone's gang. We are."
"The old life over again?"
"What else?"
"Yes; what else?"
"Are you afraid, Dick?"
"Not with you for a pal. Seven was too many; with two we can rule the
range."
"Partners, Dick?"
How could he tell that her voice was gone so gentle because she was
seeing in her mind's eye another face than his? He leaned toward her.
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