"
"Eh?"
"One man died for Molly."
As the meaning came home to Gregg he blinked, and then, looking up, he
found a change in the eyes of Barry, for they seemed to be lighted from
within coldly, and his glance went down to the very bottom of Vic's soul,
probing. It was only an instant, a thing of which Gregg could not make
sure, and then Dan slipped back into his place among the shadows by the
wall. But a chill sense of guilt, a premonition of danger, stayed in Gregg.
The palms of his hands grew moist.
Chapter XV. Seven For One
Dangerous men were no novelty for Gregg. He had lived with them, worked
with them, as hard-fisted himself as any, and as ready for trouble, but the
man of the mountain-desert has a peculiar dread for the practiced, known
gun-fighter. In the days of the rapier when the art of fence grew so
complicated that half a life was needed for its mastery, men would as soon
commit suicide as ruffle it with an assured duellist; and the man of the
mountain-desert has a similar respect for those who are born, it might be
said, gun in hand.
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