.
Snow's about gone except on the north slopes an' on the peaks."

"Then--when may I--we expect to see Dale?"

"Three or four days, I reckon. I wish he was here now.... Miss Helen,
there's trouble afoot."

"I realize that. I'm ready. Did Las Vegas tell you about Beasley's visit
to me?"

"No. You tell me," replied Roy.

Briefly Helen began to acquaint him with the circumstances of that
visit, and before she had finished she made sure Roy was swearing to
himself.

"He asked you to marry him! Jerusalem!... Thet I'd never have reckoned.
The--low-down coyote of a greaser!... Wal, Miss Helen, when I met up
with Senor Beasley last night he was shore spoilin' from somethin'; now
I see what thet was. An' I reckon I picked out the bad time."

"For what? Roy, what did you do?"

"Wal, I'd made up my mind awhile back to talk to Beasley the first
chance I had. An' thet was it. I was in the store when I seen him go
into Turner's. So I followed. It was 'most dark. Beasley an' Riggs an'
Mulvey an' some more were drinkin' an' powwowin'. So I just braced him
right then."

"Roy! Oh, the way you boys court danger!"

"But, Miss Helen, thet's the only way. To be afraid MAKES more danger.
Beasley 'peared civil enough first off. Him an' me kept edgin' off,
an' his pards kept edgin' after us, till we got over in a corner of the
saloon. I don't know all I said to him. Shore I talked a heap. I told
him what my old man thought. An' Beasley knowed as well as I thet my old
man's not only the oldest inhabitant hereabouts, but he's the wisest,
too. An' he wouldn't tell a lie. Wal, I used all his sayin's in my
argument to show Beasley thet if he didn't haul up short he'd end almost
as short. Beasley's thick-headed, an' powerful conceited. Vain as a
peacock! He couldn't see, an' he got mad. I told him he was rich enough
without robbin' you of your ranch, an'--wal, I shore put up a big talk
for your side. By this time he an' his gang had me crowded in a corner,
an' from their looks I begun to get cold feet. But I was in it an' had
to make the best of it. The argument worked down to his pinnin' me to my
word that I'd fight for you when thet fight come off. An' I shore told
him for my own sake I wished it 'd come off quick.... Then--wal--then
somethin' did come off quick!"

"Roy, then he shot you!" exclaimed Helen, passionately.

"Now, Miss Helen, I didn't say who done it," replied Roy, with his
engaging smile.

"Tell me, then--who did?"