Another
instant; the minister turned his head, seemed to be waiting, and then Gregg
spoke in answer: "I will!"
A thousand pictures rushed through the mind of Barry, and he remembered
first and last the wounded man on the gray horse who he had saved, and the
long, hard ride carrying that limp body to the cabin in the mountains. The
man would fight. By the motion of Gregg's hand, Dan knew that he had gone
even to his wedding armed. He had only to show his own gun to bring on the
crisis, and in the meantime the eyes of Vic held steadily upon him past the
shoulder of the minister, without fear, desperately. In spite of himself
Dan's hand could not move his gun. In spite of himself he looked to the
confused happy face of the girl. And he felt as he had felt when he set
fire to his house up there in the hills. The wavering lasted only a moment
longer; then he turned and slipped noiselessly down the hall, and the
seventh man who should have died for Grey Molly was still alive.
Chapter XLI. The Wild Geese
Twenty-four hours from Alder to Elkhead, and beyond Elkhead to the
Cumberland ranch, is long riding and hard riding, but not far after dark on
the following night, Joan lifted her head, where she played with the puppy
on the hearth, and listened.
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