If I get the chance,
I'll lead 'em away. And Vic, you'll hit between those two mountains--see
'em?--and cut across country. No hoss could carry you there, except Satan,
and you couldn't ride him. You'll have to go on foot but they'll never look
for you on that side. When you get to the easygoin', down in the valley,
buy a hoss and hit for the railroad."
Kate turned on Vic, trembling. "Are you going to let him do it?" she asked.
"Are you going to let him do it, again?"
He had seen a certain promise of escape held before him the moment before,
but pride made him throw that certainty away.
"Not in a million years," he answered."
"You'll do what I say, and you'll start now. I got a better idea than that.
If you head just over the side of that north mountain you'll find a path
that a hoss can follow. It won't take you clear away from them down below,
but there ain't a chance in ten that they'll come that way. Take my old
brown hoss with the white face. He'll carry you safe."
Vic hesitated. The fierce eyes of Kate were on him and with all his soul he
wanted to play the man, but liberty was sweet, sweeter than ever to Vic.
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