"Come out of there--one at a time--hands up!" said the voice. "We've got you surrounded. You can't get away!" "On the contrary, we are behind thick walls, and you can get away if you're right quick and immediate," said Johnny. "Inside of a minute I'm going to empty a rifle out there on general principles. This is a Bar Cross house. I am a Bar Cross man, where I belong, following orders. Half a minute more!" "You fool! This is the sheriff's posse!" "I hear you say it." "I am the sheriff of Socorro County," said another voice, "and I summon you to surrender." "I am a Bar Cross man in a Bar Cross house," repeated Johnny. "If you're the sheriff, walk in that door on your hind legs, with your hands up, and let us have a look at you." "That's Johnny Dines talking!" said a third voice. "Hello, Dines! This is me, Bill Fewell! Say, this is the sheriff and his posse all right! Don't you get in wrong." "One man may unbuckle his belt and back in at that door, hands up. If you can show any papers for me, I surrender. While I give 'em the quick look, the man that comes in is a hostage with my gun between his shoulder blades. If he takes his hands down or anybody tries any funny business, I'll make a sieve of him. Step lively!" "Dines, you fool," bawled the sheriff, "I got nothing against you. But I've got a warrant for that man in there with you, and I'm going to have him." "Oh!" A moment's silence. Then said Johnny, in an injured voice: "You might ha' said so before. I've got him covered and I've taken his gun. So now I've got one gun for him and one for the hostage. Send in one man walking backward, hands up, warrant in his belt--and let him stop right in the door! No mistakes. If the warrant is right you get your man. Any reward?" "He's a stiff-necked piece," said Fewell. "But he'll do just what he says. Here, give me your warrant. He won't hurt me--if you fellows hold steady. If you don't, you've murdered me, that's all. Hey, Dines! You stubborn long-eared Missouri mule, I'm coming, as per instructions--me, Bill Fewell. You be careful!" He backed up and stood framed in the open door against the lamplight. Johnny's hand flickered out and snatched the warrant. "Why, sheriff, this seems to be all right. Only he gave me a different name. But then, he naturally would. Why, this warrant is all shipshape. Hope I get some of that reward. Here's your man, and here are my guns." He appeared at the door and tossed his guns down. The sheriff crowded by, and broke into a bellow of rage. "You fool! You blundering idiot! This is one of my posse!" "What?" Johnny's jaw dropped in pained surprise. "He's a liar, then. He told me he was an outlaw. Don't blame me!" "You hell-sent half-wit! Where's that other man--Jones?" "Oh, him? He's down the cañon, sir. He went with Bob after horses. He hasn't got back yet, sir." "Dines, you scoundrel! Are you trying to make a fool out of me?"