"She laughed at me ... damn her," he muttered. And, as an afterthought: "She shot me in the back, after the fashion of her treacherous10 sex!"
He had driven himself harder all day long than any sane11 man, wounded, should have thought of doing. Now the thought, working its way uppermost through the fomenting12 confusion of teeming13 thoughts, was: "I'll let her go. I'll be rid of her." For already, deep down in the depths of his heart, he knew that already a girl, a girl whom he despised and had meant to pay in full for her wickedness, had intrigued14 him; she had flung
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her defiant15 fearlessness into his face; she had kept a lifted head and straightforward16 eyes; and ... those eyes of Lynette Brooke! Deep, fathomless17, gray, tender, alluring18, the eyes of the one woman for each man! Almost he could have forgotten, not merely forgiven, her greater fault of laughing at his infirmity; if only she had not been of the species, like Jim Taggart's, to shoot a man in the back.
He meant to let her go free and he had his own reasons for his change of front. Though she had laughed and galled him, though she had sunk to a cowardly act and shot him when he was not looking, at least she was not the coward which he had counted upon finding her; he gave credit where credit was due. He had humiliated19 her sufficiently20, dragging her after him, humbling21 a spirit as proud as his own, making her his handmaiden, calling her his slave. That was one thing. And another, befogged as it was, was even clearer: In letting her go, in being rid for all time of her and the lure22 of her eyes, he was protecting himself, Bruce Standing, and none other! ... Fearless, he honored her for that. And yet a treacherous she-animal; so he wanted no more of her, no more of the look of her, the fragrance23 of her, the pressure of her upon his own spirit. He held himself a man; a man he meant to remain. And, for the first time in all his life he was a little afraid....
And then, just at the moment when it would have been better for them both if he had not come ... or when it was best that he should come ... these are questions and the answers of all questions fate holds in her lap, hidden by the films of the future ... he came staggering up to the door of the hidden cabin. And, at the sight of her, he pulled himself up, stiffening24, as taut25 as a bowstring the instant that the arrow thrills to the command to speed.
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There, in the doorway26 framed by the two big-boled pines she stood, vividly27 outlined by the firelight from within the cabin, superbly, gloriously feminine, her own slender soft loveliness thrown into tremendous contrast by the figure at her side, the figure of old Thor on whose head her hand rested as light as a fallen leaf! Her hand on Thor's head! She and Thor standing side by side, her hand on his head....
Sudden rage flared28 up in Timber-Wolf's heart; he gripped his rifle in both hands, contemptuously ignoring the pains which shot through his left shoulder; at that moment he could have thanked God for excuse enough to shoot her dead. She had seduced29 the loyalty30 and trustworthiness of Thor; she had done that! If a man like Standing could not trust his dog, when that dog was old Thor, then where on this green earth could he plant his trust?
"Back!" he stormed at her. "Back!"
She was poised31 for flight. He came at the instant of her victory over the brute32 intelligence of a dog, at the moment of her high hopes, when her heart hot in rebellion throbbed33 with triumph. She, too, at that moment, could she have commanded the lightnings, would have stricken him dead. Her hatred34 of him reached in a flash such heights as it had never aspired35 to before.
Back? He commanded her to turn back? Shouted his dictates36 at her in that first moment when she sensed escape and freedom and victory over him who had been victor long enough? Back? Not now; not though he flourished his rifle, threatening her with that while he shouted angrily at her. Briefly37 the sight of him had unnerved her, had created within her an utter powerlessness to move hand or foot. But before he could shout "Back!" the second time defiance38, like a flood of fire, broke along her veins39, warming her from head to foot;
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she sprang out from the area of light at the cabin door and, running more swiftly than Bruce Standing had deemed any girl could ever run, she sped away among the trees....
A moment ago he had but the one firm intention: To set her free and be rid of her for all time. Now, not ten seconds after holding that purpose, he was rushing after her, forgetful of everything, his wounds and sick weariness, except his one determination to drag her back! He was angry; in his anger, not admitting to himself the true explanation, he felt that he must blame her for a third crime ... she had trifled with the integrity of his dog's loyalty ... she had corrupted40 old Thor's sturdy honesty....
She ran like a deer. The moment that she broke into headlong flight that very act released within her a full tide of fright; it became a panic like that of soldiers once they have thrown down their arms and plunged41 into the delirium42 of disordered retreat. She ran as she had never done before, even when she and Babe Deveril had fled through the night. And Bruce Standing would never have come up with her that night had it not been that in the dark she fell, stumbling over the low mound43 left to mark the place where an ancient log had disintegrated44. As she floundered to her feet she felt his hand on her shoulder. She screamed, she struck at him....
He caught her two hands as he had done once before; she could have no inkling of the tremendous call he put upon himself, body and will; she could hear his heavy, labored45 breathing, but she, too, was breathing in gasps46. She could see neither the whiteness of his face nor yet the blood soaking his shirt. He did not speak. He was not thinking clearly. He merely said within himself: "I got her!" That was everything. Until, as they came again into the outward-pouring firelight in front of
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the cabin door, he wondered somewhat uneasily: "What am I going to do with her?"
Lynette, panting and piteously shaken, dropped down on the edge of the bunk47, overborne by disaster, hopeless, her face in her hands; she was fighting with herself against a burst of tears. Thus she did not see Bruce Standing as he stood at the threshold, looking at her. She heard his step; it shuffled48 and was uncertain, but she did not at the moment mark this. She heard a whine49 from old Thor, a Thor perplexed50 and ill at ease.
... Suddenly she thought: "He hasn't moved; he hasn't spoken!" She dropped her hands then and looked up swiftly. And, thus, she surprised a queer look in his eyes; his own thoughts were all chaotic52 and yet there was beginning to burn one steady thought among them like one bright flame in a whirl of smoke. He had closed the door when they came in; he had sat down upon the up-ended log which served here as a chair; Thor's head was on the master's knee and absently Standing's hand was stroking it. He had dropped his rifle outside when he started to run after her; he had not stopped to look for it as they came in. She saw that a revolver was half in and half out of his pocket.... Then she marked, with a start, the dead-white of his face and the way his left arm hung limp, and the red stain on his wrist and the back of his hand where the blood had run down his sleeve. Her first thought was of his old wound and how he was not the man to give a wound a chance to heal, but rather would break it open again and again through his violence. Then she recalled what, during these last few minutes she had forgotten—the shots which she had heard a little while ago. And she knew that, though he sat upright and stared at her with the old look again in his eyes, he had been shot the second time.
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"I brought you back, girl," he said at last, and she knew that he was bending a vast resource of will to keep his tone clear and steady, "not because I mean to keep you any longer ... but just to show you that with all the tricks of your sex you can take no step that I do not tell you to take! Now, I've the idea that I'd like best to be alone. You can go."
In a flash she jumped to her feet; she would scarcely credit her ears, and yet one look at the man told her reassuringly53 that he was in earnest.
"I don't know where you'll go," he said. "And I don't care. But I can tell you you'll find some good men and true, men of your own kind, since they shoot in the back, down below my other cabin; Taggart and Gallup and Shipton.... No, your friend Baby Devil isn't there! And Mexicali Joe has skipped out. If you like to take your chances with those birds...." He jerked out the revolver which recently had been Taggart's and tossed it to the bunk. "You can take that along, if you like."
She flushed up, her face as hot as fire, as he jeered at her, saying: "Men of your own kind, since they shoot in the back!" ... She could come close to an accurate guess of what had happened; since Mexicali Joe was gone it must be that Standing had set him free; since Standing returned with a fresh wound, it must be that Taggart or one of his crowd had shot him in the back....
She had not meant to speak, but now she cried out hotly:
"I did not shoot you! You didn't see ... if you had seen you would know. My pistol lay on the table ... the window was open ... some one reached in and picked it up and shot you ... I was frightened, and when the pistol was dropped back to the table, I caught it up...."
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His eyes grew brilliant with the intensity54 of the look he turned upon her.... But his brain was reeling, his weakness overpowered him ... he was set with all the steel of his character against showing before her the first sign of weakness....
"Liar55!" he flung at her. "To lie about it ... that's worse than the shot...."
He leaned back against the wall. "You're free now," he said. "I would to God I had never seen you!"
For answer she flung her bright laughter back at him; defiant, angry, bitter laughter. She caught up the heavy revolver he had thrown to her.
"I could shoot you now ... with no one to see...."
His own laughter, hard and ugly, answered while he found the strength to say sternly:
"But with me looking you straight in the eyes ... you'd lose your nerve at that!"
She flung the weapon down to the floor, scorning any gift of his. Without another word, with never another glance toward him, she passed to the door, jerked it open and went out.
He sat staring into the fire. Thor began sniffing56 at the limp hand. Standing got to his feet; the fire was dying down and a sudden shiver of cold prompted him to pile on fresh fuel. He kicked Taggart's revolver viciously out of his way. He was going to the fireplace, but in doing so passed the bunk. He sat down a moment, wiping the sweat from his forehead ... cold and sweating at the same time. He lay back, flat on his back, and shut his eyes. He wondered vaguely57 how much blood he had lost coming up through the woods from the lower cabin where he had been shot; how much blood he had lost while he ran like a madman after that girl.... His eyes were shut doggedly58 tight and yet it seemed to his dizzied senses as though he could feel
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the look of her eyes, bending over him.... Now, that was a strange thing.... Never once had she given him a look from those eyes of hers to show a single spasm59 of fear.... Fearless? She, a girl? Did fearlessness and cowardice60 blend, then, that the incomprehensible result might be known as woman? For it was the supreme61 stroke of cowardice to shoot a man in the back. And yet ... she had said: "I did not shoot you!" While she spoke51, he had believed!... He lay jeering62 at himself.... And all the while, as in a vision, he saw a pair of big gray eyes, soft and tender and alluring, bending over him....
"There's just one thing in the world," muttered Bruce Standing aloud, as a man may do when hard driven by perplexity and safe in solitary63 isolation64 from other ears than his own, "that I'd give everything to know! To know for sure!... Just one thing...."
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jeered
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doff
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elegance
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feverish
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galled
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treacherous
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sane
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fomenting
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teeming
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intrigued
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defiant
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straightforward
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fathomless
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alluring
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humiliated
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sufficiently
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humbling
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lure
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fragrance
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stiffening
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taut
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doorway
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vividly
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seduced
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loyalty
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poised
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brute
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throbbed
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hatred
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dictates
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briefly
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defiance
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veins
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corrupted
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plunged
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delirium
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disintegrated
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bunk
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shuffled
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whine
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perplexed
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spoke
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chaotic
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liar
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vaguely
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spasm
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cowardice
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jeering
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