"Drink this," ordered the marshal, forcing the glass between her lips. He nodded with quiet satisfaction. "Shore," he replied in an assumed matter-of-fact voice, as though it were an everyday occurrence. "Good job, too. I should have done it, myself, days ago." He held up the glass again. "Can you drink a little more of this, Miss Saunders? There are times when a little brandy is very useful." His low, even, unemotional tones were almost caressing, and she thankfully put herself in his capable hands. Slowly growing calmer she began to see things with a less blurred vision and the slow slumping of the sleepy man in the chair took her wondering attention. "Why, is he--killed--too?" she asked shuddering. "Oh, no; he’s only half asleep," replied Tex, smiling. "Three more minutes an’ he’ll be sound asleep, for a dozen hours or more. Brandy has an hypnotic effect on some people, Miss Saunders, while it stimulates others. Will you please collect a small valise of your most valuable and indispensable possessions, all the money in the house, a good wrap of some kind, and allow me to escort you to Murphy and Costigan? You are leaving town, you know, never to return." "But I’ve killed a man, and you are an officer of the law! Do you mean--" she paused unbelievingly. "You shot a mad skunk in plain self-defense," he replied. "He has powerful friends and influence to avenge him. The jury would be packed and justice scorned. I’m marshal no longer, Miss Saunders. I accepted the appointment on the definite understanding that I would be marshal only as long as I could. The term has automatically come to an end. So far as this town is concerned I’m a rabid outlaw." He tore the badge from his vest and threw it on the table. "Ah! George is sleeping more soundly than he ever slept before. There’s no need of gagging him, for he’ll give no alarm. Please fill that satchel, Miss Saunders--time presses." "You are a good friend, Mr. Jones; and I have wronged you," she said, her words barely audible. "My hands are as bloody as yours--and I scorned you for taking life! Take me away from here--please--please!" "As fast as I can," replied Tex, soothingly. "You help me by filling a satchel and getting your wrap. Put your mind on your possessions, please; think what you wish to take with you, and then get them. Money? Jewels? Miscellaneous valuables, intrinsic or sentimental? Documents? Apparel? Please--you must aid me all you can if I’m to aid you. We have no time to lose!" "But my brother--he is safe?" "Waiting outside, tied, and gagged. I couldn’t stop to free him," Tex answered. "Watkins, likewise. They laid their plans well, but the mob was a misfire and didn’t keep me as busy as they counted on. Will you obey me, Miss Saunders, or must we leave bare-handed? I’ll give you just three minutes by that clock--then we go."