ook a wolfish joy from the
moment. There was a horrible note in his laughter, booming out suddenly.
"The little skunk's run to a hole; we'll smoke him out."

He spoke of Gratton as though he were a frightened animal, and like a
frightened animal Gloria felt. She stooped and looked toward the
pursuers; thus only could she see them, since when she stood erect the
irregularities of the rocks above hid them from her.

Brodie lighted his fire. The other men--dully she counted them now;
there were five of them all told--were gathering wood, heaping it on.
The flames leaped, crackled, lifted their voices into a roar; volumes of
white smoke shot out, thinned, were gone. The light flared higher,
brighter. Dark corners and crevices were made palely fight. She could
see the faces of the men now, their eyes reflecting the fire, looking
like the eyes of wolves. Brodie carried his rifle as though he fully
intended using it. At his side Benny Rudge fidgeted and blinked. By
Benny stood that scarecrow of a man, Brail. Close by, interested
spectators, were the squat Italian and the man who had brought the
"judge" to marry her to Gratton, the leering Steve Jarrold.

"More fire, boys," called Brodie. Again his ugly laughter boomed out. "I
think I see where he is."

Whether or not Brodie already saw them, it appeared clear that immediate
discovery was inevitable. For there was no further hiding-place here to
creep into; no such refuge as King had urged Gloria to hasten to if
Brodie came. She remembered the caution all too late; she thought of
King with wild longing, while Gratton cringed and pulled back and tried
to screen his body with hers.

"Here's the grub he stole!" It was Benny's cracked, nervous voice, full
of wrath.

She could feel Gratton shiver as he crouched against her. Sudden disgust
filled her. They knew that he was here; they would take him in a minute;
his seeking further to hide was so futile. And yet he was not man enough
to stand forth at the end; he was the type who must be dragged
whimpering and pulling back, pleading for mercy even when he knew so
well that he deserved no mercy, and would have none meted out to him.
Gratton had his one last chance to show if there was the spark of
manhood in him; they did not yet know of Gloria's presence, and had he
stepped out now, he might have given her a chance to remain unseen. But
no such heroism suggested itself to Gratton.

"Come on, Gratton," shouted Brodie. "Or do yo