The Sheriff's Son
was that you said a while ago about giving me anything I wanted?"
"I said my father would pay you anything in reason." Her throat was parched, but her eyes were hard and bright. No lithe young panther of the forest could have been more alert than she.
"Leave yore dad out of it. He ain't here, and, anyway, I ain't having any truck with him. Just say the word, Miss Beulah, and I 'll git a pole and haul you up in a jiffy."
Beulah made a mistake. She should have waited till she was out of the pit before she faced the new issue. But her horror of the man was overpowering. She unscabbarded swiftly the revolver at her side and lifted it defiantly toward him.
"I 'll stay here."
Again he foamed into rage. The girl had stalemated him once more. "Then stay, you little wild cat. You 've had yore chance. I'm through with you." He bared his teeth in a snarling grin and turned his back on her.
Beulah heard him slouching away. Presently there came the sound of a furiously galloping horse. The drumming of the hoofbeats died in the distance.
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