American fiction -- 20th century; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction; Western stories
"You won't come with me then? You'll stick with him? After he put a
chain on you!"
"At least he did not stand back and see another man put a chain on me!"
"Is that my answer?"
"Yes!" she cried in sudden fury. "And now ... _go!_"
"I'll go, all right," said Deveril. And began to laugh. All that old
light laughter of his, gay and untroubled, which so many a time had
made dancing echoes in the souls of those who heard, bubbled up again.
He looked, as he had done when first she saw him, a slender, darkly
handsome and utterly care-free incarnation of debonair insolence. Still
striking the right note, he shrugged his shoulders and tossed his club
away as he said insolently:
"What need of all this heavy artillery ... since the Queen of my Heart
says Nay? I'll travel light after this!"
He turned away. But at the second step he stopped and swung about and
told her:
"I have a guess where Billy Winch will be taking Mexicali Joe! And I'll
be in on the final settlement. If you, with a rush of blood to the
head, throw in with Standing, I'll play the game out! And what will you
have left to trade to me for the pile I'm going to make out of this?...
For I heard, too, when Mexicali yelled out! And I'm throwing in with
Taggart and Gallup, headed straight for Light Ladies' Gulch!"
Lynette, unable to see anything in all the wide world clearly, could
only stoop her head over the stricken dog. Her arms tightened about
Thor.... If only Billy Winch would come in time, if only Billy Winch
would save that flickering little fire of life ... then, though she
hated all the rest of the world she'd love Billy Winch....
CHAPTER XXIII
Bruce Standing running, breaking a straight path through the brush,
came swiftly into the little upper valley. When in answer to his
whistling his horse came trotting up to him, he did not tarry to
saddle; he had picked up his bridle on his way and now mounted and
struck off bareback through the woods with no second's delay.
"Get into it, Daylight!" he muttered. "We're riding for old Thor
to-day!"
From a distance Billy Winch, hurrying homeward, heard that long call
he knew so well. He pulled his horse down from a steady canter and
turned, calling to Mexicali Joe to come back with him. Once within
sight Standing waved and shouted again; Winch and Joe sensed urgency
and dipped their spurs, riding back to a meeting with him. Winch stared
and frowned while his employer made his curt explanation; Mexicali Joe
gasped. But neither man had a word to say; Standing laid his brief
command upon them and the three turned back, riding hard, into the
mountains.
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