Bill rose. "Kind of tough on yours truly, lady, bein’ as Hal and me are kind of side-partners, but then I got to recollect it’s the best for the kid. That’s about the size of it, ain’t it?" This time it was Bill who solicited comfort from Diana. The thought of the child’s leaving them had been a difficult proposition for the boys, and they had discussed it long and excitedly when Jim told them the plan the night before. Diana understood. "It involves a lot of suffering all around, doesn’t it, Bill? But it seems to me Nat-u-ritch gets the worst of it." True to his opinion of the red race, Bill answered, "She’s an Injin—used to takin’ things as they come," and he hardly heard Diana’s words: "Poor little savage!" This lady had appealed to him—why shouldn’t he ask her advice? It was all very well for him to have frightened the Sheriff into leaving the place, all very well to appear sanguine and hopeful while the boss stood near him, but in his heart he knew he was afraid. Something in the shifting, malicious look of Bud Hardy’s eyes as he left the place told Bill that there might still be trouble. Twisting the rim of his big hat nervously, he said: "Say, miss, you got a lawyer in your party, ’ain’t you?" Diana turned to listen to him. "Oh, but pshaw!" he went on, trying to reassure himself even while he spoke the disquieting words. "It ’ll never get to the lawyer, cause Jim ’ll never let him arrest her—never!" "Arrest her!" Diana exclaimed, in surprise. Bill explained. "Nat-u-ritch. The Sheriff thinks he can prove she killed Cash Hawkins—that day you were at Maverick." Jim had not recalled that incident to Diana last night. He had told her he owed his life to the Indian girl—how and why he had not explained. Eagerly she leaned towards Bill as she cautiously said, "Why did she kill him?" "Well, if"—and Bill dwelled on the word—"_if_ she killed him, she did it to save Jim’s life, and it stands to reason Jim ain’t goin’ to see her suffer for it." Then as he saw a troubled look on Diana’s face he regretted the admission of his worries. "Say, miss, I’m awful glad that you an’ Hal are goin’ to pull your freight, for there’s goin’ to be merry hell around here." He quickly begged her pardon for his involuntary slip, but Diana had hardly noticed it. This would mean new worry for Jim. Then she comforted herself with the thought that perhaps this kind-hearted soul was exaggerating things. Surely, if there were cause for anxiety, Jim would have spoken to her about it. "Is there nothing that can be done, Bill?" He shook his head. "Well, is there anything that I can do?" "Don’t see how, except to git away as soon’s you can." And then he told her of Bud’s proposition to obtain money from Jim, and that the Sheriff was willing to sell his evidence against the Indian girl. "Why," he added, "I ’most kicked him off the place; and Bud will fight, you know."