"Vic, you shan't go. You shan't go. You've told me yourself that he's sure
death."
"God knows he is."
"You won't go, Vic?"
"But the others! Ronicky--Gus--"
She stammered in her fear.
"That's their lookout! They're three to one. Let them kill--"
"But they don't know him. They've never been close enough to see his face.
Besides, no three men I--he--for God's sake tell me what to do!"
"Stay here--if you love me. I won't let you go. I won't!"
"I got to warn them."
"You'll be killed!"
He tore away her hands.
"I got to warn them--but who'll I help? Them three against Dan? He saved
me--twice! But--I got. I got to go."
"If you fight for him first he'll only turn on you afterwards. Vic, stay
here."
"What good's my life? What good's it if I'm a yaller dog ag'in? I'm goin'
out--and be a man!"
Chapter XXII. The Fifth Man
The moment Vic Gregg stood in the open air, with the last appeal of Betty
ringing still at his ear, he felt a profound conviction that he was about
to die and he stood a moment breathing deeply, taking the faint alkali
scent of the dust and looking up to the stars.
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