"And what are you? You come of a
family of rotters. I know your sister's history! I know--"
Enoch laid a hand on Agnew's arm. "Don't interfere! Nothing but blood
will wipe that out."
But Milton roared suddenly, "Stop that fight! Stop it! Judge! Agnew!
I'm still head of this expedition!"
Reluctantly the two moved toward the swaying figures. It was not an
easy matter to stop the battle. Forrester and Harden were clinched but
Enoch and Agnew were larger than either of the combatants and at a word
from Enoch, Jonas seized Forrester, with Agnew. After a scuffle,
Harden stood silent and scowling beside Enoch, while Forrester panted
between Agnew and Jonas.
"I'm ashamed of you fellows," shouted Milton. "Ashamed! You know the
chief's due in the morning." He stopped abruptly. "I'm ashamed of
you. You know what I mean. The chief--God, fellows, I'm a sick man!"
He fell back heavily on his blankets.
Enoch and Harden hurried to his side. "Quit your fighting, Judge!
Quit your fighting!" muttered Milton. "Here! I'll make you stop!" He
tried to rise and Jonas rushed to hold the injured leg while Harden and
Enoch pressed the broad shoulders back against the flinty bed. It was
several moments before he ceased to struggle and dropped into a dull
state of coma.
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