The Flaming Jewel

She laughed again, turned to Eve: "You understand. Tell him that if he had been in rags I would have followed him like a gypsy. ... They say there is gypsy blood in us. ... God knows. ... I think perhaps there is a little of it in all real women----" Still laughing she placed her hand lightly upon her heart -- "In all women -- perhaps -- a Flaming Jewel imbedded here----"

Her eyes, tender and mocking, met his; she lifted the jewel-case, closed it, and placed it in his hands.

"Now," she said, "you have everything in your possession; and we are safe -- we are quite safe, now, my jewels and I."

Then she went to Eve and rested both hands on her shoulders.

"Shall we put on our snow-shoes and go -- home?"

Stormont flung open the bullet-splintered door. Outside in the snow he dropped on both knees to buckle on Eve's snow-shoes.

Darragh was performing like office for his wife, and the State Trooper, being unobserved, took Eve's slim hands and kissed them, looking up at her where he was kneeling.

Her pale face blushed as it had that day in the woods on Owl Marsh, so long, so long ago, when this man's lips first touched her hands.

As their eyes met both remembered. Then she smiled at her lover with the shy girl's soul of her gazing out at him through eyes as blue as the wild blind-gentians that grow among the ferns and mosses of Star Pond.

* * * * *

Far away in the northwestern forests Quintana still lashed his horses through the primeval pines.

Triumphant, reckless, resourceful, dangerous, he felt that now nothing could stop him, nothing bar his way to freedom.

Out of the wilderness lay his road and his destiny; out of it he must win his way, by strategy, by cunning, by violence -- creep out, lie his way out, shoot his way out -- it scarcely mattered. He was going out! He was going back to life once more. Who could forbid him? Who stop him? Who deny him, now, when, in his pockets, he held all that was worth living for -- the keys to power, to pleasure, -- the key to everything on earth!

In fierce exultation he slapped the glass jewels in his pocket and laughed aloud.

"The keys to the world!" he cried. "Let him stop me and take them who is better than I!" Then his long whip whistled and he cursed his horses.

Then, of a sudden, close by in the snowy road ahead, he saw a State Trooper on snow-shoes, -- saw the upflung arm warning him -- screamed curses at his horses, flogged them forward to crush this thing to death that dared menace him -- this object that suddenly rose up out of nowhere to snatch from him the keys of the world---* * * * * For a moment the State Trooper looked after the runaway horses. There was no use following; they'd have to run till they dropped.