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THE GENTLE ROBBER
Lamont, between set teeth, his cheeks flaming deeper red.
"By the right of having wit enough to get them," answered the robber. Then he pinioned the lad's arm to his side and thrust a deft hand into his pocket, drawing out a purse of wrought gold.
"It will be to thy best advantage if thou canst but see it that way," he said courteously.
In the mind of the other the vision of dark, beetling brows and red, hairy cheeks was fading.
"Thou—thou art the Robber Chief," he stammered. His adversary bowed.
"It is thou who didst murder Baron Divonne, and who didst starve the Squire's daughter of Yverton with her seven chil-
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