"Stop, stop!" he cried covering the men with his revolver. "I will kill any one who shoots Joie."
"Here, here, Ali, give me that revolver," cried Sahib Anderson, advancing upon the boy.
Quick as a flash Ali turned upon him.
"Go back. Sahib, go back! I love you more than all the rest of the men in the world, but I love Joie more. I will shoot. Go back. Sahib, go back!" cried the lad almost beside himself with his grief.
The Sahib was a brave man. He had faced all sorts of wild animals in his day. He had several times stared death in the face and not flinched. But at the sight of Ali's flashing eyes, and his tense figure, the white man drew back. There was no knowing what the boy might do in his frenzy of love for Joie.
