These were conquerors of men, fighters by instinct and
habit, but here they sat laughing and chattering with a helpless girl,
and not a one of them but would have cut the others' throats rather
than see her come to harm. The roughness of their past and the dread
of their future they laid aside like an ugly cloak while they showed
her what lies in the worst man's heart--a certain awe of woman. Their
manners underwent a sudden change. Polite words, rusted by long
disuse, were resurrected in her honour. Tremendous phrases came
labouring forth. There was a general though covert rearranging of
bandanas, and an interchange of self-conscious glances. Haines alone
seemed impervious to her charm.
The red died slowly along the west. There was no light save the
flicker of the fire, which played on Kate's smile and the rich gold of
her hair, or caught out of the dark one of the lean, hard faces which
circled her. Now and then it fell on the ghastly grin of Terry Jordan
and Kate had to clench her hand to keep up her nerve.
It was deep night when Jim Silent rode into the clearing. Shorty
Rhinehart and Hal Purvis went to him quickly to explain the presence
of the girl and the fact that they were all members of the Y Circle
X outfit.
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