I'm goin' to send him where I sent his coyote son." At that word she was close to him, her hands on his shoulders.
"Don't!" she pleaded; "please don't!" She shuddered and cast a quick, shrinking glance at the man on the floor.

"There has been enough trouble tonight," she said.

"You stay here!" she commanded, trying to pull him away from the door, but not succeeding.
He seized her face with his hands in much the same manner in which he had seized it in his father's office on the night of his return to the Lazy Y--she felt the cold stock of the pistol against her cheek and shuddered again.

A new light had leaped into his eyes--the suspicion that she had seen there many times before.
"Are you wantin' old Taggart to get away with the idol ?" he demanded.
"He can't!" she denied.

"He hasn't the diagram, has he?
You have just put it in your pocket!" A quick embarrassment swept over him; he dropped his hands from her face.