"How much?"
Then his voice came, but he could have groaned when he heard its crazily
shaken, shrill sound.
"What d'you mean, Dan?"
The other smiled and Gregg added hastily: "If you want me to be movin'
along, Dan, of course you're the doctor."
"How much did they pay?" repeated the quiet, inexorable voice.
He could have stood that, even without much fear, for no matter how
terrible the man might be in action his hands were tied in his own house;
but now Kate spoke: "Vic, what have you done?"
Then it came, in a flood. Hot shame rolled through him and the words burst
out:
"I'm a yaller houn'-dog, a sneakin' no-good cur! Dan, you're right. I've
sold you. They're out there, all of 'em, waitin' in the rocks. For God's
sake take my gun and pump me full of lead!"
He threw his arms out, clear of his holster and turned that Barry might
draw his revolver. Vaguely he knew that Haines and Buck had drawn swiftly
close to him from either side; vaguely he heard the cry of Kate; but all
that he clearly understood was the merciless, unmoved face of Barry.
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