"Y'u've ce'tainly got the teacher habit of asking questions," he
replied with a laugh that was a sneer.
A shadow fell across them and a voice said quietly, "She didn't
wait to ask any when she saved your life down in the coulee back
of the Lazy D."
The shadow was Jim McWilliams's, and its owner looked down at the
man beside the girl with steady, hostile eyes.
"Is this your put in, sir?" the other flashed back.
"Yes, seh, it is. The boys don't quite like seeing your hardware
so prominent at a social gathering. In this community guns don't
come into the house at a ranch dance. I'm a committee to mention
the subject and to collect your thirty-eights if y'u agree with
us."
"And if I don't agree with you?"
"There's all outdoors ready to receive y'u, seh. It would be a
pity to stay in the one spot where your welcome's wore thin."
"Still I may choose to stay."
"Ce'tainly, but if y'u decide that way y'u better step out on the
porch and talk it over with us where there ain't ladies present."
"Isn't this a costume dance? What's the matter with my guns? I'm
an outlaw, ain't I?"
"I don't know whether y'u are or not, seh. If y'u say y'u are
we're ready to take your word.
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