Chapter 34
It came back to her like a threat; it beat at her ears and
roused her, that continually diminishing cry: "McGurk!" It went
down the valley, and Mary Brown, and McGurk with her, perhaps, had
gone up the gorge, but it would be a matter of a short time before
Pierre le Rouge discovered that there was no camp-fire to be
sighted in the lower valley and whirled to storm back up the canyon
with that battle-cry: "McGurk!" still on his lips.
And if the two met she knew the result. Seven strong men had
ridden together, fought together, and one by one they had fallen,
disappeared like the white smoke of the camp-fire, jerked off into
thin air by the wind, until only one remained.
How clearly she could see them all! Bud Mansie, meager, lean,
with a shifting eye; Garry Patterson
