him.

Outside, whither the crowd quickly followed, Douglas halted and, still
laughing, allowed the preacher to free his hands.

"Now go on back to Mountain City, Mr. Preacher," he cried, "and don't
come back till you've learned not to scold like an old woman."

Fowler pulled on his overcoat which somebody tossed him, and mounted his
horse. Then he stood in his stirrups and pointed a trembling finger at
Douglas.

"Ye shall find no place for repentance, though ye seek for it with
tears."

"Why should I repent?" demanded Douglas.

"Aw, run him! Run the bastard!" shouted Scott Parsons.

But Doug rode between the preacher and the threatening young rider. "Let
him go, Scott. He's had enough!"

Fowler disappeared down the trail. Scott turned scowling toward Douglas,
but before he could do more Judith cried, "Come on, everybody! Let's go
down to the post-office and get Peter to open the hall for a dance!"

"I will if somebody brings whiskey," agreed Scott, turning his horse
toward Swift.

"I'll go over to Inez Rodman's and get some if Maud will go with me,"