“’Frisco woman?” asked Benny.

Jarrold nodded.  Benny clacked his tongue.  Brodie still brooded at his fire, his eyes sullen upon the fitful flame and red embers.

“Where is King?” asked Brodie.

“Where is King?” repeated Jarrold to Gloria.

“I don’t know,” she answered, speaking with difficulty.  “I ...  Oh, for God’s sake, let me go.  I won’t say anything about what I saw; I promise.  If you will only let me go.”

“They promise easy and break promises easier,” said Jarrold.

Benny came up and touched Brodie on the shoulder.  The squatting man started and scowled.  Benny stooped and whispered.  Brodie got up heavily and together the two withdrew, going further back in the cave.  They talked, but Gloria could not catch the words.  She saw the flare of one match after the other as they fell to smoking; the smell of strong tobacco came to her.  She looked appealingly to Jarrold.  He sidled closer, standing between her and the open.

“I’ll pay you a thousand dollars when I get back to San Francisco,” she whispered eagerly.  “Ten thousand!  If you’ll let me go now.”

Jarrold pondered, his stupid little eyes steady and unwinking on her.

“A thousand dollars,” he returned slowly, “wouldn’t do me any good if I never got it:  as I wouldn’t if none of us got clear of this damn’ snow; neither would ten I And it wouldn’t do me any good if Benny and Brodie shot me full of lead.  And it wouldn’t be much, anyhow, if we got away with what we found to-day!  Everything being as it is, I ain’t half as strong for a thousand dollars, nor yet ten, right now as I am for you!  And you know it, don’t you?”

He tried to ogle her, and her sick dread nearly overwhelmed her.

“And you got sense, too,” went on Jarrold, leering meaningly.  “It won’t be bad to have a man stuck on you that’s got all kind of kale, will it, girlie?”

As he poured out his wretched insinuations she was trembling; in her heart she thought that she had spoken truly and would die if they kept her here.

“I am married.  To Mr. King,” she said as steadily as she could.  “I want to go to him.  You have no right to keep me here.”

“But you don’t even know where he is,” Jarrold reminded her slyly.

Brodie and Benny had given over their whispering and came back to the fire, where Brail and the Italian looked up at them sharply.  Here was another guarded conference among the four; Gloria, though she could watch them, was unable to hear what they were saying.  Jarrold began to grow uneasy, so soon is distrust bred amongst those who have found treasure.