To the complacent Shorty, it seemed that things were working nicely, though he was disturbingly conscious of his alcoholic lack of balance, and tortured by the fear that he might suddenly lose the iron grip of his faculties. Then, for the second time that night, from the stairs came the voice that threw him into the dreadful confusion of his modesty. "O Ross!" it cried, "I've brought your gun," and there on the steps, dishevelled, pallid and quivering, was the bride, and grasped in one trembling hand was her husband's weapon. "Ah--h!" sighed Shorty, seraphically, as the vision beat in upon his misty conceptions. "_She ain't hurt_!" In his mind there was no room for desperadoes contemporaneously with Her. Then he became conscious of the lady's raiment, and his brown cheeks flamed brick-red, while he dropped his eyes. In his shrinking, grovelling modesty, he made for his dark corner. One of those at bay, familiar with this strange abashment, seized the moment, but at his motion the sheriff screamed: "Look out!" The quick danger in the cry brought back with a surge the men against the wall and Shorty swung instantly, firing at the outstretched hand of Bailey as it reached for Tremper's weapon. The landlord straightened, gazing affrightedly at his finger tips. "Too low!" and Shorty's voice held aching tears. "I'll never touch another drop; it's plumb ruined my aim." "Cut these strings, girlie," said the sheriff, as the little man's gaze again wavered, threatening to leave his prisoners. "Quick. He's blushing again.". When they were manacled, Shorty stood in moist exudation, trembling and speechless, under the incoherent thanks of the bride and the silent admiration of her handsome husband. She fluttered about him in a tremor of anxiety, lest he be wounded, caressing him here and there with solicitous pats till he felt his shamed and happy spirit would surely burst from its misshapen prison. "You've made a good thing to-night," said Turney, clapping him heartily on his massive back. "You get the five thousand all right. We were going to Mexico City on that for a bridal trip when I rounded up the gang, but I'll see you get every cent of it, old man. If it wasn't for you I'd have been a heap farther south than that by now." The open camaraderie and good-fellowship that rang in the man's voice affected Shorty strangely, accustomed as he was to the veiled contempt or open compassion of his fellows. Here was one who recognized him as a man, an equal. He spread his lips, but the big voice squeaked dismally, then, inflating deeply, he spoke so that the prisoners chained in the corral outside heard him plainly. "I'd rather she took it anyhow," blushing violently. "No, no," they cried. "It's yours." "Well, then, half of it"--and for once Shorty betrayed the strength of Gibraltar, even in the face of the lady, and so it stood.