“You’re going to Gimlet Butte with us, alive or dead.”
The outlaw intentionally misunderstood. “If I’ve got to take y’u, then we’ll say y’u go dead rather than alive.”
“He was going to take Nora and me with him,” Helen explained to her friends.
Instantly the man swung round on her. “But now I’ve changed my mind, ma’am. I’m going to take my cousin with me instead of y’u ladies.”
Helen caught his meaning first, and flashed it whitely to her lover. It dawned on him more slowly.
“I see y’u remember, Miss Messiter,” he continued, with a cruel, silken laugh. “He gave me his parole to go with me whenever I said the word. I’m saying it now.” He sat down astride a chair, put his chin on the back cross-bar, and grinned malevolently from one to another.
“What’s come over this happy family? It don’t look so joyous all of a sudden. Y’u don’t need to worry, ma’am, I’ll send him back to y’u all right—alive or dead. With his shield or on it, y’u know. Ha! ha!”
“You will not go with him?” It was wrung from Helen as a low cry, and struck her lover’s heart.
“I must,” he answered. “I gave him my word, y’u remember.”
“But why keep it? You know what he is, how absolutely devoid of honor.”