“I ain’t none. Last charge,” he gasped. “Did you miss him?”
“Miss! No. Take an ax, and go and make sure. He ain’t to be feared now. I hit him sure. Go and get the money. Haven’t you that much pluck, you sot?”
“I dassen’t.”
“He’s got his gun, Joe, and I had a notion he might be just crippled, and I’d come and get a load and make certain.”
As she spoke, he stood by her, swaying on his feet, dazed.
“Great God, are you a man!” she cried.
“Not that sort,” he said, slowly. “Did you say you done it, Susie?”
“Did I? You fool! Go and get the money. He won’t hinder you none.”
“I couldn’t, Susie.”
She looked about her, in no wise intimidated or hurried. An ax stood in the corner.