Bob Hampton of Placer by Randall Parrish
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peril," he replied. "Before dawn those savage fiends will be upon us.
We are utterly helpless. There remains only one possible path for escape, and I believe I have discovered it. Now, my girl, you either climb those rocks with me, or I shall kill you where you are. It is that, or the Sioux torture. 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 |
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