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Guns can wipe out an army of
heroes as easily as an army of cowards," said Duff.
"And them women and children," said McCuaig. "Are they killing them
still?"
"You're just right, they are," replied Duff, "and will till we stop
them."
McCuaig's eyes were glowing with a deep inner light. They were wonderful
eyes, quick, darting, straight-looking and fearless, the eyes of a man
who owes his life to his vigilance and his courage.
Before turning in for the night, Barry went to the river's edge, and
stood looking up at the stars holding their steadfast watch over the
turbulent and tossing waters below.
"Quiet, ain't they?" said a voice at his shoulder.
"Why, you startled me, Mr. McCuaig; I never heard you step."
McCuaig laughed his quiet laugh.
"Got to move quietly in this country," he said, "if you are going to
keep alive."
A moment or so he stood by Barry's side, looking up with him at the
stars.
"No fuss, up there," he said, interpreting Barry's mood and attitude.
"Not like that there pitchin', tossin', threatenin' water.


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