Her Prairie Knight
dead-sure of them," Keith remarked. "It wouldn't be fun to be set afoot out here; now, would it? How would you like the job of walking home, eh?"
"I don't think I'd enjoy it much," Beatrice said, showing her one dimple conspicuously. "I'd rather ride."
"Throw up your hands!" growled a voice from somewhere.
Keith wheeled toward the sound, and a bullet spatted into the yellow clay, two inches from the toe of his boot. Also a rifle cracked sharply. He took the hint, and put his hands immediately on a level with his hat crown.
"No use," he called out ruefully. "I haven't anything to return the compliment with."
"Well, I've got t' have the papers fur that, mister," retorted the voice, and a man appeared from the shelter of a rock and came slowly down to them—a man, long-legged and lank, with haggard, unshaven face and eyes that had hunger and dogged endurance looking out. He picked his way. carefully with his feet, his eyes and the rifle fixed unswervingly at the two. Beatrice was too astonished to make a sound.
"What sort of a hold-up do you call this?" de-
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