In front of the Willets Hotel--in the flood of light that came through the windows, she clutched at Lawler's sleeve.
"Hurry, Kane," she begged; "they have killed daddy!" "Don't you believe it, Miss Ruth," said Shorty, softly, into her ear.
"When I left Joe Hamlin he was a whole lot alive--an' gettin' more alive right along.

I left Andy Miller with him--an' Andy's got more sabe of medicine than any doctor in these parts!" "Shorty!" she breathed, springing around in front of him and catching him by the shoulders--standing on tip-toe to do it.

"_Shorty_, you don't mean it ?" Shorty laughed lowly.

"I'm reckonin' to mean it, Miss Ruth." "But how," she questioned, her hands still on his shoulders, her eyes wide and questioning; "how did you happen to go to the Two Bar ?" "Well, you see, Miss Ruth," laughed the giant--while the crowd which had followed them stood off at a little distance and watched--"it was like this.

Me an' the boys--an' your dad--had been tryin' for a long time to ketch Singleton runnin' an iron on the Circle L cattle.