"You're worth a hundred thousand in gold right now ... Maybe later I

might let you go for less."

Joan's keen-wrought perception registered his covert, scarcely

veiled implication. He was studying her.

"Oh, poor uncle. He'll never, never get so much."

"Sure he will," replied Kells, bluntly.

Then he helped her out of the saddle. She was stiff and awkward, and

she let herself slide. Kells handled her gently and like a

gentleman, and for Joan the first agonizing moment of her ordeal was

past. Her intuition had guided her correctly. Kells might have been

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and probably was the most depraved of outcast men; but the presence

of a girl like her, however it affected him, must also have brought

up associations of a time when by family and breeding and habit he

had been infinitely different. His action here, just like the

ruffian Bill's, was instinctive, beyond his control. Just this

slight thing, this frail link that joined Kells to his past and

better life, immeasurably inspirited Joan and outlined the difficult

game she had to play.

"You're a very gallant robber," she said.

He appeared not to hear that or to note it; he was eying her up and

down; and he moved closer, perhaps to estimate her height compared

to his own.

"I didn't know you were so tall. You're above my shoulder."

"Yes, I'm very lanky."

"Lanky! Why you're not that. You've a splendid figure--tall, supple,

strong; you're like a Nez Perce girl I knew once. ... You're a

beautiful thing. Didn't you know that?"

"Not particularly. My friends don't dare flatter me. I suppose I'll

have to stand it from you. But I didn't expect compliments from Jack

Kells of the Border Legion."

"Border Legion? Where'd you hear that name?"

"I didn't hear it. I made it up--thought of it myself."

"Well, you've invented something I'll use. ... And what's your

name--your first name? I heard Roberts use it."

Joan felt a cold contraction of all her internal being, but

outwardly she never so much as nicked an eyelash. "My name's Joan."

"Joan!" He placed heavy, compelling hands on her shoulders and

turned her squarely toward him.

Again she felt his gaze, strangely, like the reflection of sunlight

from ice. She had to look at him. This was her supreme test. For

hours she had prepared for it, steeled herself, wrought upon all

that was sensitive in her; and now she prayed, and swiftly looked up

into his eyes. They were windows of a gray hell. And she gazed into

that naked abyss, at that dark, uncovered soul, with only the timid

anxiety and fear and the unconsciousness of an innocent, ignorant

girl.




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