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Through
the
underbrush
the
Bird
Woman
crept
even
more
closely
than
she
had
intended
,
found
a
clear
range
,
and
waited
for
Freckles
’
shot
.
There
was
one
long
minute
of
sickening
suspense
.
The
men
straightened
for
breath
.
Work
was
difficult
with
a
handsaw
in
the
heat
of
the
swamp
.
As
they
rested
,
the
big
dark
fellow
took
a
bottle
from
his
pocket
and
began
oiling
the
saw
.
“
We
got
to
keep
mighty
quiet
,
”
he
said
,
“
and
wait
to
fell
it
until
that
damned
guard
has
gone
to
his
dinner
.
”
Again
they
bent
to
their
work
.
Freckles
’
revolver
spat
fire
.
Lead
spanged
on
steel
.
The
saw
-
handle
flew
from
Wessner
’
s
hand
and
he
reeled
from
the
jar
of
the
shock
.
Black
Jack
straightened
,
uttering
a
fearful
oath
.
The
hat
sailed
from
his
head
from
the
far
northeast
.
The
Angel
had
not
waited
for
the
Bird
Woman
,
and
her
shot
scarcely
could
have
been
called
high
.
At
almost
the
same
instant
the
third
shot
whistled
from
the
east
.
Black
Jack
sprang
into
the
air
with
a
yell
of
complete
panic
,
for
it
ripped
a
heel
from
his
boot
.
Freckles
emptied
his
second
chamber
,
and
the
earth
spattered
over
Wessner
.
Shots
poured
in
rapidly
.
Without
even
reaching
for
a
weapon
,
both
men
ran
toward
the
east
road
in
great
leaping
bounds
,
while
leaden
slugs
sung
and
hissed
around
them
in
deadly
earnest
.
Freckles
was
trimming
his
corners
as
closely
as
he
dared
,
but
if
the
Angel
did
not
really
intend
to
hit
,
she
was
taking
risks
in
a
scandalous
manner
.
When
the
men
reached
the
trail
,
Freckles
yelled
at
the
top
of
his
voice
:
“
Head
them
off
on
the
south
,
boys
!
Fire
from
the
south
!
”
As
he
had
hoped
,
Jack
and
Wessner
instantly
plunged
into
the
swale
.
A
spattering
of
lead
followed
them
.
They
crossed
the
swale
,
running
low
,
with
not
even
one
backward
glance
,
and
entered
the
woods
beyond
the
corduroy
.
Then
the
little
party
gathered
at
the
tree
.
“
I
’
d
better
fix
this
saw
so
they
can
’
t
be
using
it
if
they
come
back
,
”
said
Freckles
,
taking
out
his
hatchet
and
making
saw
-
teeth
fly
.
“
Now
we
must
leave
here
without
being
seen
,
”
said
the
Bird
Woman
to
the
Angel
.
“
It
won
’
t
do
for
me
to
make
enemies
of
these
men
,
for
I
am
likely
to
meet
them
while
at
work
any
day
.
”
“
You
can
do
it
by
driving
straight
north
on
this
road
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
I
will
go
ahead
and
cut
the
wires
for
you
.
The
swale
is
almost
dry
.
You
will
only
be
sinking
a
little
.
In
a
few
rods
you
will
strike
a
cornfield
.
I
will
take
down
the
fence
and
let
you
into
that
.
Follow
the
furrows
and
drive
straight
across
it
until
you
come
to
the
other
side
.
Be
following
the
fence
south
until
you
come
to
a
road
through
the
woods
east
of
it
.
Then
take
that
road
and
follow
east
until
you
reach
the
pike
.
You
will
come
out
on
your
way
back
to
town
,
and
two
miles
north
of
anywhere
they
are
likely
to
be
.
Don
’
t
for
your
lives
ever
let
it
out
that
you
did
this
,
”
he
earnestly
cautioned
,
“
for
it
’
s
black
enemies
you
would
be
making
