“We’ll do that,” said Cleves with a shudder. “Only show him to us and we’ll shoot the dirty reptile to slivers——”
“Suppose we hit the jar of gas,” said Recklow.
After a silence, Tressa said:
“I have got to give him back to Satan. There is no other way. I understood that from the first. He can not die by your pistols, though you shoot very fast and straight. No!”
After another silence, Recklow said:
“You had better find him before the wind changes. We hunt down wind or—we die here together.”
She looked at her husband.
“Show him to us in your own way,” he said, “and deal with him as he must be dealt with.”
A gleam passed across her pale face and she tried to smile at her husband.
Then, turning down the hammock to the east, she walked noiselessly forward over the fibrous litter, the men on either side of her, their pistols poised.