D'you understand ?" The lips of McGurk parted.

The whisper of his dry panting reached Pierre, and the devil in him smiled.
"In six weeks, McGurk, you'll be finished.

Now get out!" And pace by pace McGurk drew back, with his face still toward Pierre.
The latter cried: "Wait.

Are you going to leave your gun ?" Only the steady retreat continued.
"And go unarmed through the mountains?
What will men say when they see McGurk with an empty holster ?" But the outlaw had passed out of view beyond the corner of one of the monster boulders.

After him went the white horse, slowly, picking his steps, as if he were treading on dangerous and unknown ground and would not trust his leader.