"The others won't be far behind us, Johnny." Between them they carried out the seven sacks of gold.

It was a load for their arms.

They put it in one of the panniers, and then MacDonald nodded toward the cabin next the one that had been his own.
"I wouldn't go in there, Joanne," he said.
"I'm going," she whispered again.
"It was _their_ cabin--the man an' his wife," persisted old Donald.

"An' the men was beasts, Joanne! I don't know what happened in there--but I guess." "I'm going," she said again.
MacDonald pulled down the barricade from the window--a window that also faced the south and west, and this time he had to thrust against the door with his shoulder.

They entered, and now a cry came from Joanne's lips--a cry that had in it horror, disbelief, a woman's wrath.