"If I go," he said, "will you come? Will you follow me? You know I'm
not a-goin' to leave 'thout you, Harriet."
It seemed to Westerfelt that she hesitated before speaking, and at that
moment a realization of what she had become to him and what she
doubtless was to Wambush came upon him with such stunning force that he
forgot even his peril in contemplating what seemed almost as bad as
death.
"This is no time nor place to speak of such things," he heard the girl
say, finally. "Go this minute and save yourself while you can."
"Hold on, Harriet!" Wambush cried out, as she was moving away.
Westerfelt could no longer see her, and then he heard her close the
door and start down-stairs.
"Come on, Toot"--the leader whipped his horse up against that of
Wambush.
Some of the others had already started away.
Toot did not move. He was still looking at the spot where Harriet
Floyd had stood.
"It simply means the halter, you blamed fool!"
Wambush stared into the mask of the speaker, and then reluctantly rode
away.
Chapter VIII
When Harriet returned she found Westerfelt lying face downward on the
floor.
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