"Ours is always the hardest way," he said at last. "Have you thought what is going to become of us? Every day that I stay here I shall eat up by so much the food that should be kept to feed you; and when that is gone can you live on turkeys and acorns, as I was compelled to do for days?" "I can do what you can do," she answered resolutely. "But why do you have to go? Why can't we stay here together until the search for us is over----" "Because," he broke in gently, "we are living in the world--and you know what people will say." "Yes, I know," she sighed, "but why can't we be married? Why can't we ride into Tonto as soon as they leave and be married and start back home?" "Because the trails will be watched--and your brothers will kill me if they ever find us together." "Not if we're married!" she protested, but he took her in his arms and his silence questioned even that. "They are hard men," he said, "and they came out here to kill me--but behind it all is your aunt. She told you in my presence that she would rather shoot you down than see you married to a McIvor; and I believe, Allifair, she would do it. But here you will be safe, and when I have finished with Isham----" "Oh, Hall!" she reproached, "can't you learn to forgive? Does all that I have suffered count for nothing? I read killing in your eyes, that day that Sharps was shot--but I'll never forgive you if you do! You are determined to kill Isham, I know by your silence; but think what it means to me. He is my uncle after all, because he married Aunt Zoolah, and the McIvors have killed enough of my kin. But it isn't that alone--I want you to stop killing, and the only time to stop is now!" "God knows," began Hall, and then he paused and sighed. "I am weary of this killing," he said. "God only knows how sick of it I am, but a man must keep his self-respect. I would give my right hand if the circumstances could be different, but it's either him or me. I can forgive him for myself, but for what he has done to others--well, we won't talk about it, dear, any more." "Yes we will!" she answered back, "because I won't marry a murderer--and that's what you are at heart. Not that I blame you for it, Hall, for I know how you were brought up--all I ask is that now you should stop. Is that too much to ask?" "No! not too much at all," he replied at length, "provided your uncle will stop. I fled like a coward when I heard your brothers had come, because I would rather be killed than kill them; but I ask you, is it right that I should promise to spare Isham when he is hunting me everywhere like an animal? Who is paying those men who are camped down below us? I tell you they have chased me far enough." His voice was tense with passion and he drew his hand away, but she reached out and caught it back. "Hall, dear," she pleaded, "don't you know what I mean? I'm afraid that Isham will kill you."