There were eleven in all, including the six in the chamber.
"Thirty-twos," he thought, as he seized them up with his fingers. "Good
for partridges--and short range at men!" He said, aloud: "If we could
get my rifle, Marge...."
"They have taken it," she told him again. "But we shall not need it.
_Sakewawin_," she added, as if his voice had revealed to her the thought
in his mind; "I know of a mountain that is all rock--not so far off as
the one Tara and I climbed--and if we can reach that they will not be
able to trail us. If they should find us...."
She was opening the window.
"What then?" he asked.
"Nisikoos once killed a bear with that gun," she replied.
The window was open, and she was waiting. They thrust out their heads
and listened, and when he had assured himself that all was clear he
dropped out the pack. He lifted Marge down then and followed her. As his
feet struck the ground the slight shock sent a pain through his head
that wrung a low cry from him, and for a moment he leaned with his back
against the wall, almost overcome again by the sickening dizziness. It
was not so dark that the Girl did not see the sudden change in him. Her
eyes filled with alarm.
"A little dizzy," he explained, trying to smile at her.
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