richly-decked young Englishman.

"My father and mother, sir, are very ill. I was going after a doctor,
but I am tired out. I can go no further. Oh, could one of you go on to
Angel's, whilst I rest with some lady of your town?"

Harry was apparently speechless from the thrall of her fresh young
beauty, because it was Bob who answered.

"You certainly can, Miss! Grizzley Bob's word on that. Where'd you come
from?"

"From Roundtree's, sir," timidly. Bob had turned to call orders through
the open door and the girl gasped as the strong, manly profile of the
unscarred half of his face was turned toward her. Bull-doze licked her
white fingers, and she stooped to pat his ugly head so that the long
curls at her temple might hide her face from the look in Hal's bold
eyes.

"Hey, Antelope Bill, saddle that ewe-necked cayuse of yours and vamoose,
pronto, after the doctor. Plug Hat Pete, you've got the best cabin in
town. We'll want it for the lady."

"Help yourself, Grizzley," answered the gambler. "It is a privilege."

"I am to stay with Mrs. - Pete?" asked Becky, anxiously.

"Child, you're a-going to be as safe as if there was a lady in this
law-evadin' camp; which there isn't, exceptin' your own sweet and lovely
self."