He pulled a revolver from his pocket, and laid it on the seat by him, with the muzzle toward her. “Oh, I’m not going to use it,” he told her, when she shrank back in evident fright. “Not unless Cody appears in the trail, as I’m half expecting him to do; then I may use it on him. It’s a funny thing, the way he has been able to keep tab on me. He couldn’t find me, yet he seemed to know all the time about what I was doing. It’s my opinion that he heard I meant to leave the town, and thought I would walk. If so, it was a foolish idea; as he ought to know I never walk when good riding can be had.” He looked at the hand bag again, lying on the floor of the stage at the woman’s feet. “Anything else in that but your clothing?” “Nothing!” Her voice was weak from fear of him. “You seem to be scared. Well, you needn’t be! And I’ll say that it doesn’t become you, as a woman who has sworn against me all the terrible things you have. How are you ever going to carry them out, if you weaken like that?” He reached over, and pulled the bag across to him. Then he cocked his revolver on the seat beside him. “This revolver will go off and do you irreparable damage,” he said, his voice hardening, “if you try to interfere with me now. You know, of course, that I’m a desperate man. Please don’t forget it.” “What are you going to do?” she asked. “Well, I’m going to change myself into a woman. See? If you’ll watch me, you’ll see how it’s done. Where is the key to this thing?” She hesitated; then, trembling, she gave it to him. He unlocked the bag and tumbled the contents out on the floor of the stage. “I ought to have a mirror---- Ah, thanks, here is one!--and it would be better if I had a steady floor under me. Yet needs must, when the devil drives. I’m really expecting my friend Cody to appear now soon; and I must be ready for him.” He chuckled, when he saw face powders and paints. “Just in my line,” he said. “I thought you’d have them, and the clothing as well. In fact, I’m ready to confess right now that I knew you were to go out in this stage, and laid my plans accordingly.” “You’re a--devil!” she gasped. “Thanks, my dear, for the pretty compliment!” He pulled a dress out of the heap, looked it over quickly, and began to put it on, over his clothing. “Just the fit,” he told her. “I’m a small man, you see.” He worked quickly. “I see that you’ve got a roll of false hair that is beautifully blondined; I’ll thank you for the loan of it a while.” She stared at him in terror; then, in fear, she gave it to him. “You see,” he said, as he got to work, “that I wear my hair long; so I can use this little headgear of yours very readily. I’ll take those hair pins, too, if you please.” He looked into the hand mirror that had been in her bag; then pinned the false hair in place. Having completed this to his satisfaction, with glances now and then into the mirror, he took up her powder and puff, and began to dab the powder over his face.