" She
motioned to the two prisoners, and stepped to Dunwody's side.
"I can't have this," he broke out suddenly. "You're hurt,
yourself. Go to your room. I tell you, it's nothing."
"Be quiet," she said, close at his ear. "I'm not afraid of you
now."
CHAPTER XVIII
ON PAROLE
In this strange house party, a truce was tacitly agreed. It seemed
sufficient that the future for the time should take care of itself.
Dunwody's injury left Clayton practically leader of the
Missourians. His party gravitated toward him, while opposite sat
the two prisoners, Carlisle and Kammerer, composed and silent, now
and then exchanging a glance with each other, but making no spoken
comment.
Dunwody, in his own room, was looking into the seriousness of his
injury, with the old trapper Eleazar, once more summoned as
readiest physician. Eleazar shook his head when he had stripped
off the first bloody bandages from the limb. "She'll been broke,"
was his dictum. "She'll been bad broke.
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