In spite of himself he started, and she noticed it.
He laughed harshly.
'You think yourself——clever, I suppose?' he growled.
'Some of your men did it because you wanted The Captain to win,' she said.
He felt a sense of relief. She did not think he had done it.
'Who are my men?' he asked.
'Shall I tell you?' was her fierce answer.
'Go on, let's have it.'
'Your men are the worst lot yet unhung. They are the lowest of the low, and had not Jim Dennis taken me in I might have been herded with those outcasts from the tribe at Barker's Creek. Beware, Abe Dalton! King Charlie is not yet dead, and he never forgets. Some day Barker's Creek will run with blood. I can see it—see it now. Run with blood, I tell you, Abe Dalton—and your own will mingle with it, the black and the white together.' And she raised her hand as though she would strike him.