we heard a yell from the valley. Then the next second there was a faint crack from below and the outlaw's gun flew out of his hands. Mr. Muldoon's jaw dropped. "Did you see that?" he said feebly. "Did—you—see—that—shot?"
The outlaw disappeared from the skyline and perhaps ten minutes later Tish crawled up to the cave and put down a tin pail full of milk, a glass of jelly wrapped in a newspaper, and a basket of eggs. Aggie fell on her and cried with joy.
"Be careful of those eggs," Tish warned her. "That outlaw charged me forty cents a dozen."
"You gave him a good fright anyhow," said Aggie fondly.
"Fright?"
"When you shot at him."
"Oh, that one! I'm talking about the woman at the farm."
"And—the one on the hill over there?"
"Oh! Well, he fired at me and I fired back. That's all."
With an air of exaggerated indifference Tish swaggered into the cave and took off her overshoes.
"Hurry up supper, Ag," she said—never before or since has she called Aggie "Ag"—"I'm starving."
