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"Look," he said, "there she is, at the far end of the cliff. They slid the girl down first and then the old, trussed-up chap."
"But," asked Simon, "the horses didn't get across that way, did they?"
"The horses? They were done for. So they let them go. Two of my mates took three of them and have gone back to France with them. . . . If they get there, it'll be a bit of luck for them. The fourth, he's on the spit: we're going to have our dinner off him. . . . After all, one must eat!"
"And those people, where were they going?" asked Simon.
"Going to pick up gold. They were talking of a fountain flowing with gold pieces . . . real gold coins. We're going too, we are. What we're wanting is arms: arms that are some use."
The tramps had risen to their feet; and, obeying an unconcerted and spontaneous movement, they gathered round Simon and Dolores. The man who had been speaking laid his hand upon Simon's rifle:
"This sort of thing, you know. A gun like that must come in handy just now . . . especially to defend a pocket-book which is probably a fat one. . . . It's true," he added, in a threatening tone, "that my mates and I have got our sticks and knives, for when it comes to talking."
"A revolver's better," said Simon, drawing his from his pocket.
The circle of tramps opened out.
"Stay where you are, will you?" he bade them. "The first of you who moves a step, I shoot him down!"
Walking backwards, while keeping the men covered with his revolver, he drew Dolores to the end of the promontory. The tramps had not budged a foot.
"Come," whispered Simon. "We have nothing to fear from them."
The boat, completely capsized, squat and clumsy as the sh.e.l.l of a tortoise, barred the second half of the river. In foundering she had spilt on the sloping sh.o.r.e a deck cargo of timber, now sodden, but still sound enough to enable Rolleston's gang to build a footbridge twelve yards long across the arm of the river.
Dolores and Simon crossed it briskly. It was easy after that to go along the nearly flat bottom of the keel and to slide down the chain of the anchor. But, just as Dolores reached the ground, a violent concussion shook the chain, of which she had not yet let go, and a shot rang out from the other bank.
"Ah!" she said. "I was lucky: the bullet has struck one of the links."
Simon had faced round. Opposite them, the tramps were venturing on the footbridge one by one.
"But who can have fired?" he demanded. "Those beggars haven't a rifle."
Dolores gave him a sudden push, so that he was protected by the bulk of the wreck:
"Who fired?" she repeated. "Forsetta or Mazzani."
"Have you seen them?"
"Yes, at the back of the promontory. You can understand, a very few words would enable them to make a deal with the tramps and persuade them to attack us."
They both ran round to the other side of the stern. From there they could see the whole of the footbridge and were under cover from the snipers. Simon raised his rifle to his shoulder.
"Fire!" cried Dolores, seeing him hesitate.
The shot rang out. The foremost of the vagabonds fell. He roared with pain, holding his leg. The others hurried back, dragging him with them, and the promontory was cleared of men. But, though the tramps could not risk going on the footbridge, it was no less dangerous for Dolores and Simon to leave the protected area formed by the wreck.
Directly they became visible, they were exposed to Forsetta's or Mazzani's fire.
"We must wait till dark," Dolores decided.
For hours, rifle in hand, they watched the promontory, on which a head and shoulders or gesticulating arms appeared at frequent intervals and from which on several occasions also the threat of a levelled rifle forced them to hide themselves. Then, as soon as the darkness was dense enough, they set off again, convinced that Rolleston's trail would continue to ascend the Somme.
They travelled quickly, never doubting that the two Indians and the vagabonds would pursue them. Indeed, they heard their voices across the water and saw fleeting glimmers of light on the same bank as themselves.
"They know," said Dolores, "that Rolleston went in this direction and that we, who are looking for him, are bound to keep to it."
After two hours' progress, during which they groped their way, guided from time to time by the vague s.h.i.+mmering of the river, they reached a sort of isolated chaos into which Simon wearily cast the light of his electric torch. It consisted of enormous blocks of hewn stone, sunk in some lighter, marble, as far as he could see, and partly awash.
"I think we might stop here," said Simon, "at all events till daybreak."
"Yes," Dolores said, "at daybreak you go on again."
He was surprised by this reply:
"But you too, I suppose, Dolores?"
"Of course; but wouldn't it be better for us to separate? Soon Rolleston's trail will leave the river and Forsetta is sure to catch you up, unless I draw him off on another trail."
Simon did not quite understand the girl's plan:
"Then what will you do, Dolores?" he asked.
"I shall go my own way and I shall certainly draw them after me, since it's I they want."
"But in that case you'll fall into the hands of Forsetta and Mazzani, who means to avenge his brother's death. . . ."
"I shall give them the slip."
"And all the brutes swarming in these parts: will you give them the slip too?"
"We're not discussing my affairs, but yours: you have to catch Rolleston. I am hampering your efforts. So let us separate."
"Not at all!" protested Simon. "We have no right to separate; and you may be sure that I shan't leave you."
Dolores' offer aroused Simon's curiosity. What was the girl's motive?
Why did she propose to sacrifice herself? In the silence and the darkness, he thought of her for a long while and of their extraordinary adventure. Starting in pursuit of the woman whom he loved, here he was bound by events to another woman, who was herself pursued; and of this other woman, whose safety depended on his and whose fate was closely linked with his own, he knew nothing but the grace of her figure and the beauty of her face. He had saved her life and he scarcely knew her name. He was protecting her and defending her; and her whole soul remained concealed from him.
He felt that she was creeping closer to him. Then he heard these words, which she uttered in a low and hesitating voice:
"It's to save me from Forsetta, isn't it, that you refuse my offer?"
"Of course," he said. "He's terribly dangerous."
She replied, in a still lower voice and in the tone of one making a confession:
"You must not let the threat of a Forsetta influence your conduct.
. . . What happens to me is of no great account. . . . Without knowing much about my life, you can imagine the sort of girl I was: a little cigarette-seller hanging about the streets of Mexico; later, a dancer in the saloons at Los Angeles. . . ."