tenance, his gray eyes meeting and holding the eyes of the woman. Her bosom rose and fell with the lust to kill. Still the gray eyes held her gaze captive, and as she stared she found herself discovering strange depths in the dilated pupils.
No one about the door dared move, for fear of precipitating the homicide. Lander was frozen with horror of the situation and looked straight ahead, waiting for the pistol to speak. For a slow count of ten the tableau endured, then with a shriek the girl dropped the pistol, threw up both hands and staggered blindly for the door.
The men gave way and in silence watched her depart. The white man's medicine was very powerful when it could tame a wildcat like the Deschamps girl. Bridger picked up the pistol and examined it and then laid it between his feet.
Deschamps recovered first from the general stupor. He ordered: "Give up that pistol."
"The young woman gave it to me. I will keep it here," quietly replied Bridger.
"Give it up or I fire!" commanded Deschamps aiming his gun.
"That would spoil your plans. You brought us here for something," reminded Bridger, placing a moccasin on the pistol.
