“How much?”
Then his voice came, but he could have groaned when he heard its crazily shaken, shrill sound.
“What d'you mean, Dan?”
The other smiled and Gregg added hastily: “If you want me to be movin' along, Dan, of course you're the doctor.”
“How much did they pay?” repeated the quiet, inexorable voice.
He could have stood that, even without much fear, for no matter how terrible the man might be in action his hands were tied in his own house; but now Kate spoke: “Vic, what have you done?”
Then it came, in a flood. Hot shame rolled through him and the words burst out:
“I'm a yaller houn'-dog, a sneakin' no-good cur! Dan, you're right. I've sold you. They're out there, all of 'em, waitin' in the rocks. For God's sake take my gun and pump me full of lead!”
He threw his arms out, clear of his holster and turned that Barry might draw his revolver. Vaguely he knew that Haines and Buck had drawn swiftly close to him from either side; vaguely he heard the cry of Kate; but all that he clearly understood was the merciless, unmoved face of Barry. It was pretense; with all his being he wanted to die, but when Barry made no move to strike he turned desperately to the others.
“Do the job for him. He saved my life and then
