“Dear Miss Helen, don't take on so. I'm like Dale--no man to hunt up trouble. But out here there's a sort of unwritten law--an eye for an eye--a tooth for a tooth. I believe in God Almighty, an' killin' is against my religion, but Riggs shot me--the same as shootin' me in the back.” “Roy, I'm only a woman--I fear, faint-hearted and unequal to this West.” “Wait till somethin' happens to you. 'Supposin' Beasley comes an' grabs you with his own dirty big paws an', after maulin' you some, throws you out of your home! Or supposin' Riggs chases you into a corner!” Helen felt the start of all her physical being--a violent leap of blood. But she could only judge of her looks from the grim smile of the wounded man as he watched her with his keen, intent eyes. “My friend, anythin' can happen,” he said. “But let's hope it won't be the worst.” He had begun to show signs of weakness, and Helen, rising at once, said that she and Bo had better leave him then, but would come to see him the next day. At her call Carmichael entered again with Mrs. Cass, and after a few remarks the visit was terminated. Carmichael lingered in the doorway. “Wal, Cheer up, you old Mormon!” he called. “Cheer up yourself, you cross old bachelor!” retorted Roy, quite unnecessarily loud. “Can't you raise enough nerve to make up with Bo?” Carmichael evacuated the doorway as if he had been spurred. He was quite red in the face while he unhitched the team, and silent during the ride up to the ranch-house. There he got down and followed the girls into the sitting room. He appeared still somber, though not sullen, and had fully regained his composure. “Did you find out who shot Roy?” he asked, abruptly, of Helen. “Yes. But I promised Roy I would not tell,” replied Helen, nervously. She averted her eyes from his searching gaze, intuitively fearing his next query. “Was it thet--Riggs?” “Las Vegas, don't ask me. I will not break my promise.” He strode to the window and looked out a moment, and presently, when he turned toward Bo, he seemed a stronger, loftier, more impelling man, with all his emotions under control. “Bo, will you listen to me--if I swear to speak the truth--as I know it?” “Why, certainly,” replied Bo, with the color coming swiftly to her face. “Roy doesn't want me to know because he wants to meet thet fellar himself. An' I want to know because I want to stop him before he can do more dirt to us or our friends. Thet's Roy's reason an' mine. An' I'm askin' YOU to tell me.” “But, Tom--I oughtn't,” replied Bo, haltingly. “Did you promise Roy not to tell?” “No.” “Or your sister?” “No. I didn't promise either.” “Wal, then you tell me. I want you to trust me in this here matter. But not because I love you an' once had a wild dream you might care a little for me--” “Oh--Tom!” faltered Bo.