As Buckmaster's figure darkened the doorway Sinnet seemed to waken as
from a dream, and he got swiftly to his feet.
"Wait--you wait, Buck. You've got to hear all. You haven't heard my story
yet. Wait, I tell you." His voice was so sharp and insistent, so changed,
that Buckmaster turned from the doorway and came back into the room.
"What's the use of my hearin'? You want me not to kill Greevy, because of
that gal. What's she to me?"
"Nothing to you, Buck, but Clint was everything to her."
The mountaineer stood like one petrified.
"What's that--what's that you say? It's a damn lie!"
"It wasn't cards--the quarrel, not the real quarrel. Greevy found Clint
kissing her. Greevy wanted her to marry Gatineau, the lumber-king. That
was the quarrel."
A snarl was on the face of Buckmaster. "Then she'll not be sorry when I
git him. It took Clint from her as well as from me." He turned to the
door again. "But, wait, Buck, wait one minute and hear--" He was
interrupted by a low, exultant growl, and he saw Buckmaster's rifle
clutched as a hunter, stooping, clutches his gun to fire on his prey.
"Quick, the spy-glass!" he flung back at Sinnet. "It's him--but I'll make
sure."
Sinnet caught the telescope from the nails where it hung, and looked out
towards Juniper Bend.
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