Bill's revolver was out like lightning.
"Scatter!"
And in that word Baptiste realized his dismissal.
His face looked very ugly, but he moved off under the covering muzzle of the white man's pistol.
Bill watched him until he was out of sight. Then he turned to Jacky.
"Well? Which way?"
Jacky did not answer for a moment. She gazed at the mountains. She shivered. It might have been the chill morning air—it might have been emotion. Then she looked back in the direction of Foss River. Dawn was already streaking the horizon.
She sighed like a weary child, and looked helplessly about. Her lover had never seen her vigorous nature so badly affected. But he realized the terrors she had been through.
Bill looked at her.
"Well?"