f you.
And that's what I call a fair split."

They growled in their throats at that, but no man took it upon himself
to speak out definitely, though they glanced sidewise among themselves.
Benny, who always had a thought of his own, said quietly:

"What are you doin' about Gratton? He'll claim his share, won't he? And,
if you say him no, he'll shoot his face off, won't he?"

"No," said Brodie. "He won't." He paused, swallowed the last of his
beef, caught up a bottle from Benny's side, and drank deeply. Benny,
afraid that this bottle, too, still nearly full, would be broken,
hastily snatched it back when Brodie had done.

"No," said Brodie heavily. "Gratton won't talk." He grew suddenly
quick-spoken--he broke into a volley of accusation; his tongue lent
itself to such a rush of vileness that Gloria, shrinking back, covered
her ears with her hands. "Gratton stole grub. When grub-stealing was the
same as slitting a man's throat. And what next does he plan? Why, to
make trouble; to swear that Benny killed a man; that we was all in it;
to get us all hung, if he can, or in the pen; then to grab what's ours.
Look at him. You can see it in his frog eyes! He's done, that's what he
is!" With a swift gesture his gun was at his shoulder.

Gratton scrambled to his feet with a choking cry. Gloria, too, had
sprung up, sick with horror. She looked from Brodie to Gratton, who was
not two feet from her. She saw that he was panic-stricken; his fear was
choking him, stopping his heart, paralysing his muscles. He wanted to
run and could not; he tried to speak but now not even a whisper came
from between his writhing lips.

Slowly, an unshaken, senseless piece of machinery, Brodie raised his
rifle. Now Gratton's voice returned to him; a strangling cry broke from
his agonized soul. A hand, wildly outthrown, caught at Gloria's sleeve.

"You, there," called Brodie, "stand aside. Unless you're wanting yours
too!"

Her own heart was stopping, her feet were leaded. She understood what he
said--she knew that it was to her that he spoke--but she wouldn't
believe, couldn't believe that he meant--_that_!

Gratton was pressing tight to Gloria, seeking futilely to get behind
her. He began to articulate--to beg--to promise----

Brodie fired. A great reverberating roar filled the cavern. Gloria, her
brain gone suddenly numb, felt the grip on her arm tighten convulsively.
Then it relaxed--slowly. Gratton, his eyes bulging, his mouth wide open,