He laid a hand upon her arm. "What"s your rush? What are you dodgin"
for, girl? I"m good as Susie to keep the goblins from gettin you."
"Don"t touch me." Her eyes sparked fire.
"You"re mighty high-heeled for a nitchie. I reckon you forget you"re Sleeping Dawn, daughter of a Blackfoot squaw."
"I"m Jessie McRae, daughter of Angus, and if you insult me, you"ll have to settle with him."
He gave a short snort of laughter. "Wake up, girl. What"s the use of foolin" yourself? You"re a breed. McRae"s tried to forget it and so have you. But all the time you know d.a.m.n well you"re half Injun."
Jessie looked at him with angry contempt, then wheeled for the door.
Whaley had antic.i.p.ated that and was there before her. His narrowed, covetous eyes held her while one hand behind his back slid the bolt into place.
"Let me out!" she cried.
"Be reasonable. I"m not aimin" to hurt you."
"Stand aside and let me through."
He managed another insinuating laugh. "Have some sense. Quit ridin"
that high horse and listen while I talk to you."
But she was frightened by this time as much as she was incensed. A drum of dread was beating in her panicky heart. She saw in his eyes what she had never before seen on a face that looked into hers--though she was to note it often in the dreadful days that followed--the ruthless appet.i.te of a wild beast crouching for its kill."
"Let me go! Let me go!" Her voice was shrilly out of control. "Unbar the door, I tell you!"
"I"m a big man in this country. Before I"m through. I"ll be head chief among the trappers for hundreds of miles. I"m offerin" you the chance of a lifetime. Throw in with me and you"ll ride in your coach at Winnipeg some day." Voice and words were soft and smooth, but back of them Jessie felt the panther couched for its spring.
She could only repeat her demand, in a cry that reached its ictus in a sob.
"If you"re dreamin" about that red-coat spy--hopin" he"ll marry you after he"s played fast and loose with you--why, forget such foolishness. I know his kind. When he"s had his fling, he"ll go back to his own people and settle down. He"s lookin" for a woman, not a wife."
"That"s a lie!" she flung out, rage for the moment in ascendent. "Open that door or I"ll--"
Swiftly his hand shot forward and caught her wrist. "What"ll you do?"
he asked, and triumph rode in his eyes.
She screamed. One of his hands clamped down over her mouth, the other went round her waist and drew the slim body to him. She fought, straining from him, throwing back her head in another lifted shriek for help.
As well she might have matched her strength with a buffalo bull. He was still under forty, heavy-set, bones packed with heavy muscles. It seemed to her that all the power of her vital youth vanished and left only limp and flaccid weakness. He s.n.a.t.c.hed her close and kissed the dusky eyes, the soft cheeks, the colorful lips....
She became aware that he was holding her from him, listening. There was a crash of wood.
Again her call for help rang out.
Whaley flung her from him. He crouched, every nerve and muscle tense, lips drawn back in a snarl. She saw that in his hand there was a revolver.
Against the door a heavy weight was hurled. The wood burst into splinters as the bolt shot from the socket. Drunkenly a man plunged across the threshold, staggering from the impact of the shock.
CHAPTER XVIII
A GUN ROARS
The two men glared at each other, silently, their faces distorted to gargoyles in the leaping and uncertain light. Wary, vigilant, tense, they faced each other as might jungle tigers waiting for the best moment to attack.
There was a chance for the situation to adjust itself without bloodshed. Whaley could not afford to kill and Morse had no desire to force his hand.
Jessie"s fear outran her judgment. She saw the menace of the revolver trained on her rescuer and thought the gambler was about to fire. She leaped for the weapon, and so precipitated what she dreaded.
The gun roared. A bullet flew past Morse and buried itself in a log.
Next instant, clinging with both hands to Whaley"s wrist, Jessie found herself being tossed to and fro as the man struggled to free his arm.
Flung at a tangent against the wall, she fell at the foot of the couch where Fergus slept.
Again the blaze and roar of the revolver filled the room. Morse plunged head down at his enemy, still carrying the log he had used as a battering-ram. It caught the gambler at that point of the stomach known as the solar plexus. Whaley went down and out of consciousness like an ox that has been pole-axed.
Tom picked up the revolver and dropped it into the pocket of his fur coat. He stooped to make sure that his foe was beyond the power of doing damage. Then he lifted Jessie from the corner where she lay huddled.
"Hurt?" he asked.
The girl shuddered. "No. Is he--is he killed?"
"Wind knocked out of him. Nothing more."
"He didn"t hit you?"
There was the ghost of a smile in his eyes. "No, I hit him."
"He was horrid. I--I--" Again a little shiver ran through her body.
She felt very weak at the knees and caught for a moment at the lapel of his coat to steady herself. Neither of them was conscious of the fact that she was in his arms, clinging to him while she won back self-control.
"It"s all right now. Don"t worry. Lucky I came back to show Blandoine which furs to take."
"If you hadn"t--" She drew a ragged breath that was half a sob.
Morse loved her the more for the strain of feminine hysteria that made her for the moment a soft and tender child to be comforted. He had known her competent, savage, disdainful, one in whom vital and pa.s.sionate life flowed quick. He had never before seen the weakness in her reaching out to strength. That by sheer luck it was _his_ power to which she clung filled him with deep delight.
He began to discount his joy lest she do it instead. His arm fell away from her waist.
"I "most wrecked the house," he said with a humorous glance at the door. "I don"t always bring one o" the walls with me when I come into a room."
"He bolted the door," she explained rather needlessly. "He wouldn"t let me out."
"I heard you call," he answered, without much more point.