Chapter 24
Jacqueline ran between and caught the hand of her father,
crying:
"Are you going to finish the work of McGurk before he has a
chance to start it? He hunted the rest down one by one. Dad, if you
put out Pierre what is left? Can you face that devil alone?"
And the old man groaned: "But it's his luck that's ruined me.
It's his damned luck which has broken up the finest fellowship that
ever mocked at law on the ranges. Oh, Jack, the heart in me's
broken. I wish to God that I lay where Gandil lies. What's the use
of fighting any longer? No man can stand up against McGurk!"
And the cold which had come in the blood of Pierre agreed with
him. He was a slayer of men, but McGurk was a devil incarnate. His
father had died at the hand of this lone rider; it was fitting, it
was
