“Yes, my beauty.”
At Tom Terror’s command, the Indians drew sullenly back, and Myra with a light cry of triumph sprung toward the opening. As she reached Deadly Dan she heard him say:
“Go straight to Custer, girl. I’ll kill the man that touches you.”
Myra started at such words in such a place, but did not pause. She was eager to get beyond the flashing eyes that regarded her, beyond the strings of the Thugs.
But alas! for such hopes and expectations.
All at once something was seen to whirl around an Indian’s head, and Deadly Dan with a mad oath sprung forward to prevent the fatal throw.
But in vain.
Caught by the swift messenger of death, Myra stopped, and reeled, at the same time dropping the rifle.
The Canyon Spider uttered a cry of delight.
“Ha! ha! strung, my beauty. Thet’s the kind o’ tarms I give the she wolves, pard.”