His hands trembled so that he could hardly remove the scarf from the shoulders of the model, but afterward fear made his fingers supple, as he did up the clothes in two bundles.
Jacqueline took one of them and Pierre the other under his left arm; with his right hand he drew out some yellow coins.
"I didn't buy these clothes because I didn't have the time to dicker with you, McGuire.

I've heard you talk prices before, you know.

But here's what the clothes are worth to us." And into the quaking hands of McGuire he poured a chinking stream of gold pieces.
Relief, amazement, and a very wholesome fear struggled in the face of McGuire as he saw himself threefold overpaid.

At that little yellow heap he remained staring, unheeding the sound of the retreating outlaws.
"It ain't possible," he said at last, "thieves have begun to pay." His eyes sought the ceiling.
"So that's Red Pierre ?" said McGuire.
As for Pierre and Jacqueline, they were instantly safe in the black heart of the mountains.

Many a mile of hard riding lay before them, however, and there was no road, not even a trail that they could follow.