"What won't some women flirt with!" Mallory exclaimed. The robber studied Kathleen a little more attentively, as he whipped off her necklace and her rings. She looked good to him, and so willing, that he muttered: "Say, lady, if you'll give me a kiss, I'll give you that diamond ring you got on." "All right!" laughed Kathleen, with triumphant compliance. "My God!" Mallory groaned, "what won't some women do for a diamond!" The robber bent close, and was just raising his mask to collect his ransom, when his confederate glanced his way, and knowing his susceptible nature, foresaw his intention, and shouted: "Stop it, Jake. You 'tend strictly to business, or I'll blow your nose off." "Oh, all right," grumbled the reluctant gallant, as he drew the ring from her finger. "Sorry, miss, but I can't make the trade," and he added with an unwonted gentleness: "You can turn round now." Kathleen was glad to hide the blushes of defeat, but Marjorie was still more bitterly disappointed. She whispered to Mallory: "He didn't get the bracelet, after all." CHAPTER XXXIX WOLVES IN THE FOLD Mallory's heart sank to its usual depth, but Marjorie had another of her inspirations. She startled everybody by suddenly beckoning and calling: "Excuse me, Mr. Robber. Come here, please." The curious gallant edged her way, keeping a sharp watch along the line: "What d'you want?" Marjorie leaned nearer, and spoke in a low tone with an amiable smile: "That lady who wanted to kiss you has a bracelet up her sleeve." The robber stared across his mask, and wondered, but laughed, and grunted: "Much obliged." Then he went back, and tapped Kathleen on the shoulder. When she turned round, in the hope that he had reconsidered his refusal to make the trade, he infuriated her by growling: "Excuse, me, miss, I overlooked a bet." He ran his hand along her arm, and found her bracelet, and accomplished what Mallory had failed in, its removal. "Don't, don't," cried Kathleen, "it's wished on." "I wish it off," the villain laughed, and it joined the growing heap in the feed-bag. Kathleen, doubly enraged, broke out viciously: "You're a common, sneaking----" "Ah, turn round!" the man roared, and she obeyed in silence. Then he explored Mrs. Whitcomb, but with such small reward that he said: "Say, you'd oughter have a pocketbook somewheres. Where's it at?" Mrs. Whitcomb brushed furiously: "None of your business, you low brute." "Perdooce, madame," the scoundrel snorted, "perdooce the purse, or I'll hunt for it myself." Mrs. Whitcomb turned away, and after some management of her skirts, slapped her handbag into the eager palm with a wrathful: "You're no gentleman, sir!" "If I was, I'd be in Wall Street," he laughed. "Now you can turn round." And when she turned, he saw a bit of chain depending from her back hair. He tugged, and brought away the locket, and with laying the tress on her shoulder, and proceeded to sound Ashton for hidden wealth.