It was she, finally, who made him determine to leave as soon
as his shoulder muscles moved with perfect freedom, for as the days slipped
past he felt that she grew more and more uneasy, and her eyes had a way of
going from him to her husband as though she believed their guest a constant
danger to Barry. Indeed, to some small extent he was a danger, for the law
might deal hardly with a man who took a fugitive out of the very grip of
its hand.
By a rather ironical chance, on the very morning when he decided that he
must start his journey the next day but one, Vic learned that he must not
linger even so long as that. Pete Glass and the law had not forgotten him,
indeed, nearly so well as he had forgotten the law and Pete Glass, for as
he sat in his room filling a pipe after breakfast the voice of Barry called
him out, and he found his host among the rocks which rimmed the southern
end of the plateau, in front of the house. To the north the ground fell
away smoothly, rolled down to the side of the mountain, and then dipped
easily to the valley--the only direction from which the cabin was
accessible, though here the grade was possible for a buckboard.
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