Higley hemmed. "I--ah--Oh, his authority is all right, Sam; I've seen it. If he can prove that these men killed the sheep, we'll have to act." Cavanagh briefly related how he had captured the men on the trail. "The head of the ram is at the livery barn with my horse." "How about that?" asked Higley, turning to Joe. "I guess that's right," replied the insolent youth. "We killed the sheep all right." Higley was in a corner. He didn't like to offend Gregg, and yet the case was plain. He met the issue blandly. "Marshal, take these men into custody!" Then to Ross: "We'll relieve you of their care, Mr. Cavanagh. You may appear to-morrow at nine." It was a farcical ending to a very arduous thirty-six-hour campaign, and Ross, feeling like a man who, having rolled a huge stone to the top of a hill, has been ordered to drop it, said, "I insist on the maximum penalty of the law, Justice Higley, especially for this man!" He indicated Joe Gregg. "No more sneaking, Higley," added Lize, uttering her distrust in blunt phrase. "You put these men through or I'll make you trouble." Higley turned, and with unsteady solemnity saluted. "Fear not my government, madam," said he, and so made exit. After the door had closed behind them, Cavanagh bitterly complained. "I've delivered my prisoners over into the hands of their friends. I feel like a fool. What assurance have I that they will ever be punished?" "You have Higley's word," retorted Lize, with ironic inflection. "He'll fine 'em as much as ten dollars apiece, and confiscate the head, which is worth fifty." "No matter what happens now, you've done your duty," added Lee Virginia, with intent to comfort him. Lize, now that the stress of the battle was over, fell a-tremble. "I reckon I'll have to go to bed," she admitted. "I'm all in. This night service is wearing." Ross was alarmed at the sudden droop of her head. "Lean on me," he said, "it's my turn to be useful." She apologized. "I can't stand what I could once," she confessed, as he aided her into the hotel part of the building. "It's my nerve--seem's like it's all gone. I go to pieces like a sick girl." She did, indeed, resemble the wreck of a woman as she lay out upon her bed, her hands twitching, her eyes closed, and Ross was profoundly alarmed. "You need the doctor," he urged. "Let me bring him." "No," she said, huskily, but with decision, "I'm only tired--I'll be all right soon. Send the people away; tell 'em to go to bed." For half an hour Cavanagh remained in the room waiting to see if the doctor's services would be required, but at the end of that time, as she had apparently fallen asleep, he rose and tiptoed out into the hall.