"Jack!" cried Dave.
"Shut up!" commanded Mills. "Don't move now. For God's sake don't move. I'll shoot the first one that does."
"He shot a woman," they protested.
"He saved my life," said Mills. "Are you'all right, Frenchy?"
"Yais," came the answer, and with it the ghost of a laugh.
Mills did not look round, and the steady remorseless barrel still sailed to and fro across the faces of the men in the hut.
"Clear out, then," he shouted. "I'll only give you five minutes. You shot a woman. And, Frenchy——"
"Yais, Jone."
"This makes us quits, see?"
"Ver' good, Jone. Good-bye."