dragged him half-fainting
toward the fire, Brail struck at him with a heavy boot.
"So," said Brodie heavily.
Gratton began an incoherent pleading, arrested impatiently by Brodie's
great voice.
"Shut up! You've had your innings; it's mine now. You swiped grub when
it's the same thing as slitting a man's gullet. You let another man be
killed for what you done. Now you get yours!"
He jerked up his rifle. Benny and the Italian let Gratton go and jumped
nimbly aside. Gratton stumbled and sagged, staggering like a drunken
man. Brodie, with his rifle-barrel not six feet from Gratton's
terror-stricken body, laughed again.
"Stop!" Gloria shrilled. She broke away from Jarrold's grasp and ran
toward Brodie. "You don't know what you are doing. You----"
"Close your trap, kid," Brodie thundered at her. "Unless you want the
second bullet."
Jarrold's big boots came clumping noisily across the rock floor.
"Easy does it, Brodie," he shouted. "She ain't no kid, I tell you. She's
a girl. That's Ben Gaynor's girl, the one Gratton wanted to marry, the
one King took away from him. Keep your eye peeled; King would be around
somewhere!"
"Hidin' back there in the dark somewhere," muttered Benny.
Brodie, though his rifle had not swerved, was listening.
"No, not hiding in the dark corners," he said ponderously. "Not Mark
King, rot him.... Ben Gaynor's girl, you say? Then we're red hot on the
right trail, boys! You know what her and King would be after!"
Gratton's stunned brain began to function wildly.
"The gold is here, Brodie!" he cried out wildly. "King had got to it
before us, but I've found it. I was coming back to tell you----"
Brodie had small liking for a coward and now his bull's voice cut
Gratton's chatter short.
"No solid mountain of gold is going to save your hide----"
Benny began to jig up and down in a frenzy of excitement.
"Hold your hand, Brodie, you big fool," he shouted. He even jumped to
Brodie's side and caught the rifle-barrel, shoving it downward. "If he
does know where it is, give him a show to lead us to it. Ain't you got
any sense? Before King gets back. If you popped him off now, how would
we know where to look?"
Brodie snarled at Benny and whipped the rifle clear of the nervous
clutch. But he understood what Benny had in mind and saw wisdom in
obeying the command to hold his hand. His gross, heavy-muscled face,
half in light, half in darkness, showed a look of hesitation. Gratton
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