“Reckon not,” said Pearce. Then he leaned nearer with intense face. “What I want to know—is Gulden right? Did you shoot Kells?”
In the dusk Joan reached back and clasped Kells hand.
For a man as weak and weary as he had been, it was remarkable how quickly a touch awakened him. He lifted his head.
“Hello! Who's that?” he called out, sharply.
Pearce rose guardedly, startled, but not confused. “It's only me, boss,” he replied. “I was about to turn in, an' I wanted to know how you are—if I could do anythin'.”
“I'm all right, Red,” replied Kells, coolly. “Clear out and let me alone. All of you.”
Pearce moved away with an amiable good-night and joined the others at the camp-fire. Presently they sought their blankets, leaving Gulden hunching there silent in the gloom.
“Joan, why did you wake me?” whispered Kells.
“Pearce asked me if I shot you,” replied Joan. “I woke you instead of answering him.”
“He did!” exclaimed Kells under his breath. Then he laughed. “Can't fool that gang. I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe it'd be well if they knew you shot me.”