or a moment, then, taking out his
tobacco-pouch, he sat himself down upon a stone and proceeded leisurely
to roll a cigarette. He put it between his thin lips and apparently
forgot to light it. For a few moments he gazed at the yellow ground and
some scant sage-brush. Riggs took to pacing up and down. Wilson leaned
as before against the cedar. The girl slowly recovered from her excess
of anger.

"Kid, see hyar," said Anson, addressing the girl; "if Riggs knowed you
wasn't Nell an' fetched you along anyhow--what 'd he do thet fur?"

"He chased me--caught me. Then he saw some one after us and he hurried
to your camp. He was afraid--the cur!"

Riggs heard her reply, for he turned a malignant glance upon her.

"Anson, I fetched her because I know Nell Rayner will give up anythin'
on earth for her," he said, in loud voice.

Anson pondered this statement with an air of considering its apparent
sincerity.

"Don't you believe him," declared Bo Rayner, bluntly. "He's a liar. He's
double-crossing Beasley and all of you."

Riggs raised a shaking hand to clench it at her. "Keep still or it 'll
be the worse for you."

"Riggs, shut up yourself," put in Anson, as he leisurely rose. "Mebbe it
'ain't occurred to you thet she might have some talk interestin' to me.
An' I'm runnin' this hyar camp. ... Now, kid, talk up an' say what you
like."

"I said he was double-crossing you all," replied the girl, instantly.
"Why, I'm surprised you'd be caught in his company! My uncle Al and
my sweetheart Carmichael and my friend Dale--they've all told me what
Western men are, even down to outlaws, robbers, cutthroat rascals like
you. And I know the West well enough now to be sure that four-flush
doesn't belong here and can't last here. He went to Dodge City once
and when he came back he made a bluff at being a bad man. He was a
swaggering, bragging, drinking gun-fighter. He talked of the men he'd
shot, of the fights he'd had. He dressed like some of those gun-throwing
gamblers.... He was in love with my sister Nell. She hated him. He
followed us out West and he has hung on our actions like a sneaking
Indian. Why, Nell and I couldn't even walk to the store in the village.
He rode after me out on the range--chased me.... For that Carmichael
called Riggs's bluff down in Turner's saloon. Dared him to draw! Cussed
him every name on the range! Slapped and beat and kicked him! Drove him
out of Pine!... And now, whatever he has said to Beasley or