A half-dozen men faced him. Two bullets whistled by his
head, and lodged in the door. Then he fired swiftly, shot after shot,
and three men fell. His revolvers were empty. There were three men
left. The case seemed all against him now, but just here a shot, and
then another, came from the window, and a fourth man fell. Pierre sprang
upon one, the other turned and ran. There was a short sharp struggle:
then Pierre rose up--alone.
The girl stood in the doorway. "Come, my dear," he said, you must go
with me now."
"Yes, Pierre," she cried, a mad light in her face, "I have killed men
too--for you."
Together they ran down the hillside, and made for the stables of the
Fort. People were hurrying through the long street of the town, and
torches were burning, but they came by a roundabout to the stables
safely. Pierre was about to enter, when a man came out. It was Liddall.
He kept his horses there, and he had saddled one, thinking that Pierre
might need it.
There were quick words of explanation, and then, "Must the girl go too?"
he asked. "It will increase the danger--besides--"
"I am going wherever he goes," she interrupted hoarsely. "I have killed
men; he and I are the same now."
Without a word Liddall turned back, threw a saddle on another horse, and
led it out quickly. "Which way?" he asked; "and where shall I find the
horses?"
"West to the mountains.
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