others who spoke of it afterwards thet Pat Hawe hed forgotten the
law an' the officer in the man an' his hate.

"'I'm a-goin', an' I'm a-goin' right now!' he shouted. "An' after
thet any one could hev heerd a clock tick a mile off. Stewart
seemed kind of chokin', an' he seemed to hev been bewildered by
the idee of Hawe's confrontin' you.

"An' finally he burst out: 'But, man, think who it is! It's Miss
Hammond! If you seen her, even if you was locoed or drunk, you--
you couldn't do it.'

"'Couldn't I? Wal, I'll show you damn quick. What do I care who
she is? Them swell Eastern women--I've heerd of them. They're
not so much. This Hammond woman--'

"Suddenly Hawe shut up, an' with his red mug turnin' green he
went for his gun."

Stillwell paused in his narrative to get breath, and he wiped his
moist brow. And now his face began to lose its cragginess. It
changed, it softened, it rippled and wrinkled, and all that
strange mobility focused and shone in a wonderful smile.

"An' then, Miss Majesty, then there was somethin' happened.
Stewart took Pat's gun away from him and throwed it on the floor.
An' what followed was beautiful. Sure it was the beautifulest
sight I ever seen. Only it was over so soon! A little while
after, when the doctor came, he hed another patient besides the
wounded Greaser, an' he said thet this new one would require