"You've merely got on the wrong trail, Yank.

I reckon you mistook me for Billie Hardy." "I reckon I did," I returned, mocking him, "and I 'm still satisfied I've got the right party.

You don't get out that easy, son; come now, produce." "Suppose I don't." "Then there won't be much argument," I returned sharply, beginning to lose patience.

"I'll simply take them, if I have to shoot you first.
Come now, which shall it be ?" He straightened up, convinced apparently of my intentions.
"Neither, Mr.Yankee," indignantly.

"I told you once you were mistaken.
Now I'll prove it--see here!" The soft hat was whipped off the head, and the slender figure leaned forward to where the slight gleam of the stars rendered the face visible.