"One moment. You'll listen to me, now. You have taken the liberty
to assume I was going to sell you out. I'll not stand that from
any man alive. To-morrow night I'll get back from Tucson. We'll
dig up the loot and divide it. And right then we quit company.
You go your way and I go mine." And with that as a parting shot,
Leroy turned on his heel and went direct to his horse.
Alice Mackenzie might have searched the West with a fine-tooth
comb and not found elsewhere two such riders for an escort as
fenced her that day. Physically they were a pair of superb
animals, each perfect after his fashion. If the fair-haired
giant, with his lean, broad shoulders and rippling flow of
muscles, bulked more strikingly in a display of sheer strength,
the sinewy, tigerish grace of the dark Apollo left nothing to be
desired to the eye. Both of them had been brought up in the
saddle, and each was fit to the minute for any emergency likely
to appear.
But on this pleasant morning no test of their power seemed likely
to arise, and she could study them at her ease without hindrance.
She had never seen Leroy look more the vagabond enthroned.
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