brim flaring back from his forehead, so that McGurk caught the glare of the eyes beneath the shadow.
"So for the third time, my friend—" said McGurk.
"Which is the fatal one," answered Pierre. "How will you die, McGurk? On foot or on horseback?"
"On the ground, Pierre, for my horse might stir and make my work messy. I love a neat job, you know."
"Good."
They swung from the saddles and stood facing each other.
"Begin!" commanded McGurk. "I've no time to waste."
"I've very little time to look at the living McGurk. Let me look my fill before the end."
"Then look, and be done. I've a lady coming to meet me."
The other grew marvelously calm.
"She is with you, McGurk?"
"My dear Pierre, I've been with her ever since she started up the Old Crow."
"It will be easier to forget her. Are you ready?"
"So soon? Come, man, there's much for us to say. Many old times to chat over."
"I only wonder," said Pierre, "how one death can pay back what you've done. Think of it! I've actually run away from you and hidden myself away among the hills. I've feared you, McGurk!"
He said it with a deep astonishment, as a grown man will speak of the way he feared darkness when
