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melo, ay LUCK. But he heard the voice of Pierre explain- ing gently: ‘‘ You can’t move, my friend. I understand. It’s fear that’s stiffened your back. It’s fear that sends the chill up and down your blood. It’s fear that makes you think back to your murders, one by one. McGurk, you’re done for. You’re through. You’re ready for the discard. I’m not going to kill you. I’ve thought of a finer hell than death, and that is to live as you shall live. I’ve beaten you, McGurk, beaten you fairly on the draw, and I’ve broken your heart by doing it. The next time you face a man you'll begin to think—you’ll begin to re- member how one other man beat you at the draw. And that wonder, McGurk, will make your hand freeze to your ‘side, as you’ve made the hands of other men before me freeze. D’you understand?” The lips of McGurk parted. The whisper of his dry panting reached Pierre, and the devil in ‘tim smiled. “In six weeks, McGurk, you'll take water from a Chinaman. Now get out!” And pace by pace McGurk drew back, with his face still toward Pierre. The latter cried: ‘‘ Wait. Are you going to leave your gun?” Only the steady retreat continued. “And go unarmed through the moun- tains? What will men say when they see McGurk with an empty holster?” But the outlaw had passed out of view beyond the corner of one of the monster boulders. After him went the white horse, slowly, picking his steps, as if he were treading on dangerous and unknown ground and would not trust his leader. Pierre was left to the loneliness of the gorge. The moonlight only served to make more visible its rocky nakedness, and like that nakedness was the life of Pierre under his hopeless inward eye. Over him loomed from either side the gleaming pinnacles of the Twin Bears, and he remembered many a time when he had looked up toward them from the crests of lesser mountains—looked up toward them as a man looks to a great and unattainable ideal. Here he was come to the crest of all the ranges; here he was come to the height and limit of his life, and what had he attained? Only a cruel, cold isolation. It had been a - of light. 315 steep ascent; the declivity of the farther side led him down to a steep and certain ruin and the dark night below. But he stiffened suddenly and threw his head high as if he faced his fate; and behind him the cream-colored mare raised her head with a toss and whinnied softly. It seemed to him that he had heard some- thing calling, for the sound was lost against the sweep of wind coming up the gorge. Something calling there in the night of the mountains as he himself had called when he rode so wildly in the quest for McGurk. How long ago had that been? But it came once more, clear beyond all doubt. He recognized the voice in spite of the panting which shook it; a wild wail like that of a heart-broken child, coming closer. to him like some one running: ‘Pierre! Oh, Pierre!”’ And all at once he knew that the moon was broad and bright and fair, and the heavens clear and shining with golden points Once more the cry. He raised his arms and waited. CHAPTER XXXIX, THE CROSS GOES ON. S° Mary, running through the wilderness of boulders, was guided straight and found Pierre, and before the morning came, they were journeying east side by side, east and down to the cities of culture and a new life; but Jacqueline, a thousand times quicker of foot and surer of eye and ear, missed her goal, went past it, and still on and on, running finally at a steady trot. Until at last she knew that she had far overstepped her mark and sank down against one of the rocks to rest and think out what next she must do. There seemed nothing left. Even the sound of a gun fired she might not hear, for that sharp call would not travel far against the wind. It was while she sat there, burying Pierre in her thoughts, a white shape came glim- mering down to her through the moonlight. She was on her feet at once, alert and gun in hand. It could only be one horse, .only one rider, McGurk coming down from. his Gomichbooks (EO) ae mm: =