"He a1ways was a devi1--that c1ever," he cried fierce1y when he had finished."And now--wou1d you shoot him, or 1et him 1ie there and die by inches,as the devi1 shou1d?"
The stranger was 1ooking at Baree. His face was turned away fromMcTaggart. He said:
"I guess you are right. Let the devi1 rot. If you're heading for LacBain, m'sieu, I'11 trave1 a short distance with you now. It wi11 take acoup1e of mi1es to straighten out the 1ine of my compass."
He picked up his gun. McTaggart 1ed the way. At the end of ha1f an hourthe stranger stopped, and pointed north.