was sinking----

Gloria put her hands over her eyes and screamed. Again and again her
scream broke from her. She tried to draw back, to run. But all her
strength was gone. She crumpled and settled down almost as Gratton had
done, and so close to him that she brushed him with her knee. She felt
the body twitch. She leaped to her feet and ran blindly, screaming. She
struck against the rock wall and sank down again.

The wonder was that she did not swoon outright. As it was, her soul
seemed to float dizzily out of her body and through an utter dark. She
thought that she was dying. As though across a vast distance she heard
voices.

"Well?" It was the man who had done the shooting, his voice truculent.
"Anybody got anything to say? Say it quick, if you have."

There was a silence. Then a shuffling of feet. Then an answering voice,
thin and querulous. It was Benny; he, too, had killed his man.

"He had it coming," he said eagerly. "Any judge would say so. Stole
every bit of grub when stealing grub is the same as cutting a man's
throat, just like you said, Brodie. He had it coming. You done right."

"You, Jarrold," demanded Brodie. "Got anything to say?"

Again silence. Then again a voice, Jarrold's, saying hurriedly:

"No. Benny's right. He had it coming. Damn fool."

"And you, Brail? And you, Tony? Got anything to say? Talk lively!"

Brail and Tony, like the others before them, were quick to excuse
Brodie's act. They spoke briefly and relapsed into silence. Then,
beginning far away and coming closer with the speed of an onrushing
hurricane, Gloria heard heavy feet crunching in the dirt and gravel. A
hard hand gripped her shoulder, jerking her to her feet.

"You, friend," said Brodie. "What have you got to say about it?"

She hung limp in his powerful hand, speechless.

He dragged her closer to the firelight, peering at her with his
red-flecked eyes.

"Don't forget who she is," another voice was saying. Steve Jarrold's.
"Remember what I told you."

It was as though he prided himself on the fact that he alone knew her
for Gaynor's daughter, and from it derived a sort of ownership of her;
for while the others had never caught a glimpse of her until now, he had
filled his eyes with her before. "We got to think this out. She came
along with King. Got enough of him and switched to Gratton. That's like
a woman."

Brodie let her slip down and turned away from her. His mood was not so
soon for a woman.

"See she