What you ask is impossible, quite impossible.

But, Monsieur--" Her eyes had fallen upon a thicket behind him where something had stirred.

She thought at first that it was an animal of some sort; but she saw now quite distinctly a man's shabby felt hat that rose slowly until the bearded face of its wearer was disclosed.
"Monsieur!" cried Shirley in a low tone; "look behind you and be careful what you say or do.

Leave the man to me." Chauvenet turned and faced a scowling mountaineer who held a rifle and drew it to his shoulder as Chauvenet threw out his arms, dropped them to his thighs and laughed carelessly.
"What is it, my dear fellow--my watch--my purse--my horse ?" he said in English.
"He wants none of those things," said Shirley, urging her horse a few steps toward the man.

"The mountain people are not robbers.