And Jean told his story. And after that a silence fell.
“It’s cursed–it’s blood-money!” Davia’s voice was hoarse with emotion as she said the words.
Jean started.
“We’re goin’ to git,” he said slowly. And he looked into the woman’s eyes as though he would read her very soul.
“An’ Victor?” said Davia harshly.
“Come, we’ll go to him.”
At the door Davia was seized with an overwhelming terror. She gripped Jean’s arm forcefully while she peered along the woodland fringe. The man listened.
“Let’s git on quick,” Davia whispered. And her mouth was dry with her terror.
They found Victor as Jean had left him. The prisoner looked up when the door opened. His eyes brightened at the sight of the woman.
No word was spoken for some moments. In that silence a drama was swiftly working itself out. Victor was calculating his chances. Davia was thinking in a loving woman’s unreasoning fashion. And Jean was watching both. At last the giant stooped and removed the gag from his captive’s mouth. The questioning eyes of Victor Gagnon looked from one to the other and finally rested upon Davia.