“No,” he went on emphatically. “You’re not guessing. They’ve heard of your gold—these cursed Euralians. This is their way of doin’ things sure. They’ll be along down on us—next.”
The door opened at the far end of the store. Hesther stood for a moment framed in the opening. She gazed quickly at the two men, and realised something of the urgency under which they were labouring. In a moment she forced a smile to her eyes.
“Supper’s fixed, Jim,” she said quietly. “Marty’ll join us—sure. Will you both come right along?”
CHAPTER IV
TWO MEN OF THE NORTH
“Guess we got an hour to talk, Marty. Hesther won’t be through her chores in an hour.”
Le Gros nodded.
“Your Hesther’s a good soul, and I’d hate to scare her.”
“Sure. That’s how I feel. I make it you’ve a heap of trouble back of your head.”
“Yes.”