"
Josephine gazed down at the bulky figure lying there prone, so
lately full of rugged ferocity, now so weak and helpless. Her eye
fell on the weapon lying on the bed. She gently removed it.
"That was what he preferred to my skill," commented Jamieson.
Dunwody turned, his gaze on Josephine now. "You don't belong here,
now," said he at length. "You'd better go away."
"This is just where she _does_ belong!" contradicted Jamieson. "If
she has courage to stay here, I want her. I've got to have help.
She'll do her duty, and with one hand tied! Can't you do as much?
Haven't you any idea of duty in the world?"
"Duty!" Dunwody's lips met in a bitter smile.
"Listen here, Mr. Dunwody," began Josephine, "I've seen worse
wounds than that, seen weaker men survive worse than that. There's
a chance perhaps--why don't you take it like a man? I exact it of
you. I demand it! Your duty to me is unpaid. Come. We must
live, all of us, _till all our debts are paid_."
He made no answer at first save to look her straight in the face
for a moment.
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