So engrossed was Calumet with his work of subduing the still struggling
parent that he did not hear a slight sound behind him. But a
flickering light came over his shoulder and shone fairly into the face
of the man beneath him, and he saw that the man was not his father but
an entire stranger!
He was not given time in which to express his surprise, for he heard a
voice behind him and turned to see a young woman standing in the
doorway, a candle in one hand, a forty-five Colt clutched in the other,
its muzzle gaping at him. The young woman's face was white, her eyes
wide and brilliant, she swayed, but there was determination in her
manner that could not be mistaken.
"Get up, or I will shoot you like a dog!" she said, in a queer,
breathless voice.
[Illustration: "Get up, or I will shoot you like a dog!" she said.]
Releasing his grip on the man's throat, Calumet swung around sideways
and glared malevolently at the young woman. His anger was gone; there
was no reason for it, now that he had discovered that the man was not
his father. But the demon in him was not yet subdued, and he got to
his feet, not because the young woman had ordered him to do so, but
because he saw no reason to stay down. A cold, mocking smile replaced
the malevolence on his face when, after reaching an erect position, he
saw that the weapon in the young woman's hand had drooped until its
muzzle was directed toward the floor at his feet.
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