The Border Legion

"We'll never have half the chance here. Kells means to keep you

closely guarded. I heard the order. He's different now. He's grown

crafty and hard. And the miners of this Alder Creek! Why, I'm more

afraid to trust them than men like Wood or Pearce. They've gone

clean crazy. Gold-mad! If you shouted for your life they wouldn't

hear you. And if you could make them hear they wouldn't believe.

This camp has sprung up in a night. It's not like any place I ever

heard of. It's not human. It's so strange--so--Oh, I don't know what

to say. I think I mean that men in a great gold strike become like

coyotes at a carcass. You've seen that. No relation at all!"

"I'm frightened, too, Jim. I wish I'd had the courage to run when we

were back in Cabin Gulch, But don't ever give up, not for a second!

We can get away. We must plan and wait. Find out where we are--how

far from Hoadley--what we must expect--whether it's safe to approach

any one in this camp."

"Safe! I guess not, after to-day," he whispered, grimly.

"Why? What's happened?" she asked quickly.

"Joan, have you guessed yet why Kells sent you down into camp

alone?"

"No."

"Listen. ... I went with Kells and Smith and Pearce. They hurried

straight to the Last Nugget. There was a crowd of men in front of

the place. Pearce walked straight up to one--a gambler by his

clothes. And he said in a loud voice. 'Here's the man!' ... The

gambler looked startled, turned pale, and went for his gun. But

Kells shot him! ... He fell dead, without a word. There was a big

shout, then silence. Kells stood there with his smoking gun. I never

saw the man so cool--so masterful. Then he addressed the crowd:

'This gambler insulted my daughter! My men here saw him. My name's

Blight. I came here to buy up gold claims. And I want to say this:

Your Alder Creek has got the gold. But it needs some of your best

citizens to run it right, so a girl can be safe on the street.'"

"Joan, I tell you it was a magnificent bluff," went on Jim,

excitedly. "And it worked. Kells walked away amid cheers. He meant

to give an impression of character and importance. He succeeded. So

far as I could tell, there wasn't a man present who did not show

admiration for him. I saw that dead gambler kicked."

"Jim!" breathed Joan. "He killed him--just for that?"