"Dear Ned, he always was the soul of honor. I'll have those lines
carved on his tombstone."
"You see! He is already bragging that he means to kill you," said
the girl.
"I shall go armed," the sheepman answered.
"Yes, but he will take you into the mountain fastnesses, where
the men that serve him will do his bidding. What is one man among
so many?"
"Two men, ma'am," corrected the foreman.
"What's that?" The outlaw broke off the snatch of opera he was
singing to slew his head round at McWilliams.
"I said two. Any objections, seh?"
"Yes. That wasn't in the contract."
"We're giving y'u surplusage, that's all. Y'u wanted one of us,
and y'u get two. We don't charge anything for the extra weight,"
grinned Mac.
"Oh, Mac, will you go with him?" cried Helen, with shining eyes.
"Those are my present intentions, Miss Helen," laughed her
foreman.
Whereat Nora emerged from the background and flung herself on
him. "Y'u can't go, Jim! I won't have you go!" she cried.
The young man blushed a beautiful pink, and accepted gladly this
overt evidence of a reconciliation. "It's all right, honey. Don't
y'u think two big, grown-up men are good to handle that scalawag?
Sho! Don't y'u worry.
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