“Wall, if you ain't correct!” exclaimed Pearce.
Kells turned his head. “When you punched that place—it made me numb all over. Gul, if you've located the bullet, cut it out.”
Joan did not watch the operation. As she went away to the seat under the balsam she heard a sharp cry and then cheers. Evidently the grim Gulden had been both swift and successful.
Presently the men came out of the cabin and began to attend to their horses and the pack-train.
Pearce looked for Joan, and upon seeing her called out, “Kells wants you.”
Joan found the bandit half propped up against a saddle with a damp and pallid face, but an altogether different look.
“Joan, that bullet was pressing on my spine,” he said. “Now it's out, all that deadness is gone. I feel alive. I'll get well, soon.... Gulden was curious over the bullet. It's a forty-four caliber, and neither Bill Bailey nor Halloway used that caliber of gun. Gulden remembered. He's cunning. Bill was as near being a friend to this Gulden as any man I know of. I can't trust any of these men, particularly Gulden. You stay pretty close by me.”
“Kells, you'll let me go soon—help me to get home?” implored Joan in a low voice.
“Girl, it'd never be safe now,” he replied.
“Then later—soon—when it is safe?”