"By Jove!" said Adams. "Are you going to resist? That spells felony,
doesn't it?"

Winton pointed to the waiting octopod.

"I'm going to order the Two-fifteen down out of the way: you may go
with her if you like."

"I guess not!" quoth the assistant, calmly lighting a fresh cigarette.
And then to the water-boy, who was acting quartermaster: "Give me
a rifle and a cartridge-belt, Chunky, and I'll stay here with the
boss."

"And where do I come in?" said Biggin to Winton reproachfully.

"You'll stay out, if your head's level. You've done enough already
to send you to Canyon City."

"I ain't a-forgettin' nothing," said Peter cheerfully, casting himself
flat behind a heap of earth on the dump-edge.

While the sheriff's posse was picking its way gingerly over the loose
rock and earth dam formed by the landslide, the window went up in
the Rosemary and Winton saw Virginia. Without meaning to, she gave
him his battle-word.

"We are a dozen Winchesters to your one, Mr. Deckert, and we shall
resist force with force. Order your men back or there will be
trouble."