I have two shots left in this gun,--one
for you, the other for myself. The time has come for deciding which of
these alternatives you prefer."
The gleam of a star glittered along the steel of his revolver, and she
realized that he meant what he threatened.
"If I select your bullet rather than the rocks, what then?"
"You will get it, but in that case you will die like a fool."
"You have believed me to be one, all this afternoon."
"Possibly," he admitted; "your words and actions certainly justified
some such conclusion, but the opportunity has arrived for causing me to
revise that suspicion."
"I don't care to have you, revise it, Mr. Bob Hampton. If I go, I
shall hate you just the same."
Hampton's teeth clicked like those of an angry dog. "Hate and be
damned," he exclaimed roughly. "All I care about now is to drag you
out of here alive."
His unaffected sincerity impressed her more than any amount of
pleading. She was long accustomed to straight talk; it always meant
business, and her untutored nature instantly responded with a throb of
confidence.
"Well, if you put it that way," she said, "I 'll go.
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