over his bunk, black against the frozen
window, feeling blindly with his hands and snuffling a little as he
spoke, "We'd ha' let you sleep on, but we wanted to know what you'd
be doing. Will ye stay with me and rest--I'm all but blind the day--or
will ye go into Fort Recompense with Jooney here and the dogs, and
put the dust in safety? Or will ye try the short cut across the pass with
Ohlsen?"
He stopped suddenly. Desmond shrank back slowly against the wall of
the bunk, his eyes staring on them as a man stares on death, a fleck of
froth on his lips. There was no sound in the shack but the quick
breathing of four men.
THE END
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