"I got it in a business way. I had a chance to sell her. Mrs. Shaw couldn't pay the money even if it isn't due for three days. There's nothing wrong about the transaction. I can't afford to lose fifteen dollars and sixty cents when I--" "Rubbish!" snapped Jesse. "Mrs. Shaw _can_ pay the money. See, here's a twenty-dollar bill. But she _won't_--with my permission. "How much did you get for the cow?" Too amazed by such treatment to think of refusing to reply, the old man stammered: "Forty dollars." "Giving you a profit of practically twenty-five dollars, eh? Is that the way you made all your money, stealing food from the mouths of helpless women and children?" "I won't listen to such abuse!" roared Hiram Rozier and he started to shut the door in the great outlaw's face. The latter had been expecting such a move, however, and quickly reaching out his powerful right arm, seized the old man and yanked him on to the porch, hissing: "Oh, yes you will--and more too. I want you to get on this wagon and drive with me to the man to whom you sold Mrs. Shaw's cow." "And if I refuse?" "I'll have you arrested for selling stolen property." The humiliation and disgrace such a proceeding would bring upon the name of Rozier decided the old man and he rejoined: "Wait till I get my hat." "Oh, no you don't. Do I look like a fool enough to let you go back into the house? You put my hat on your head and come along." Before the other could remonstrate, the world-famous desperado had jammed his sombrero upon the white locks and was dragging the old man toward the wagon. Pinching himself to see if he were awake, the clerk followed and, when all were on the seat, drove to the house named by Mr. Rozier. Arrived, Jesse accompanied the unwilling moneylender to the door. When the purpose of the visit was made known, the purchaser of the cow at first refused to surrender her in return for the money he had paid, finally declaring, however, that he would part with her for fifty dollars. Threatening to expose him should he decline to give the extra ten dollars, Jesse forced the brother of the banker to pay it and with the cow tied to the wagon, they drove back to his house. The loss of the money rankling in his breast, as the team stopped in front of his gate, Mr. Rozier exclaimed: "If you'll give me the amount of the mortgage, I'll have it cancelled." "Not much," retorted the bandit-chieftain. "You'll send the paper, marked 'satisfied in full of all demands' 'round to Mrs. Shaw's tonight before nine o'clock or she'll swear out a warrant against you!" And without giving the terrified old man the opportunity to reply, Jesse ordered the dumbfounded grocery clerk to drive on. CHAPTER XV. JESSE GETS HIS REVENGE. Dismissing the clerk with a generous tip when they had returned to the Shaw house, Jesse jumped from the wagon, untied the cow and intended to wait till the fellow had driven away before calling to Daisy to come out.