CHAPTER 19
The door had hardly closed on him when Terence wanted to run after him
and call him back. There was a thrill still running in his blood since
the time the yegg had leaned so close and said: “That wasn’t Black Jack’s
way!”
He wanted to know more about Black Jack, and he wanted to hear the story
from the lips of this man. A strange warmth had come over him. It had
seemed for a moment that there was a third impalpable presence in the
room—his father listening. And the thrill of it remained, a ghostly and
yet a real thing.
But he checked his impulse. Let Denver go, and the thought of his father
with him. For the influence of Black Jack, he felt, was quicksand pulling
him down. The very fact that he was his father’s son had made him shoot
down one man. Again the shadow o
