The man whom Deering was after seated himself astride a hogshead of beer and cocked his pistol, advising the "boss" to keep out of the affair if he valued his "sweet life." "Now, then, young man, if yer don’t cut a caper before I count three, I shall be obliged to see how much of your right boot-heel I can carry away with this bullet, without endangering them handsome feet o’ yourn." Hal, only afraid of losing his man, answered coolly,-- "You can shoot if you want to. I am a stranger in this place, and I prefer to do my dancing at home." The proprietor again interposed, and laying his hand on the bully’s shoulder, ordered him to put up his shooting-irons. Horton threw him off, and things were beginning to look rather serious; when Deering saw Galbraith crossing the street with two men, one of whom he recognized as the county sheriff. "Gentlemen," he said, "I have come a long distance to find this man; I am anxious to have his company as far as the San Bernardino prison, where he will find comfortable board provided for him. If you are law-abiding citizens, you will not interfere with the arrest of Daniel Horton on an indictment of murder." As he finished speaking, the three men entered, and the sheriff laid his hand on Horton’s shoulder. Murder is an ugly word, and a silence followed Hal’s speech. The crowd instinctively drew back from the man who had been charged with the foul crime; and a silence ensued, which was broken by the sheriff, a high-voiced little man, who said in a loud tone,-- "I arrest you, Dan Horton, for the murder of Ah Lam, committed at Carey’s Bridge, on the afternoon of Wednesday last." A revulsion of feeling was manifest in the faces of the crowd. The horror for a person who has committed the unatonable crime of murder had been felt; but when it transpired that the victim was a Chinaman, the case appeared to be very much altered. The man, quick to see the favorable change in public sentiment, cried,-- "Wall, boys, you see I am ’spected of having done the business for one of these Chinese vermin. What sort of a town ’s this as will see a man ’rested for that?" Daniel Horton’s experience of life in the rough mining towns, where the last five years of his life had been spent, gave him the hope that the men in the saloon would help him to escape from arrest. But though sympathy for him was evinced by the group of idlers, there was no attempt at resisting the officers; and the sheriff, assisted by Galbraith and Deering, finally succeeded in placing the hand-cuffs on his wrists. When he saw that there was no help for him, he submitted to be led from the saloon, giving one parting look of scorn at the friends whom he had won by a glass of liquor and lost on the appearance of an officer. "Of all the derned mean skunks as I ever met, this town numbers the most," he muttered, as the screen door swung to behind him.