off. But I wasn't goin' to hurt you, Rawlins. That gun-play of mine was all a bluff."
"I told you once that was a dangerous thing to try inside of this fence, Peck."
"I believe you, Rawlins: But I wouldn't 'a' hurt you. If you'd 'a' said you wasn't goin' to take that money and stood up for your rights, I'd 'a' backed down. That's what I had it lined up to do. I figgered you'd let me have that money if you didn't want it."
Rawlins was not moved to abate the penance in any degree by this plea. He said nothing; only put the creepy gun-barrel to Peck's sunburnt neck.
Peck worked on in desperate expedition for a while, keeping his mouth shut except when he released a groan of agony or sigh of hopelessness for his prostrate greatness.
"She's comin' up here this afternoon," Peck said after a long silence. "By thunder! I believe that's her now!"
"Keep your seat," Rawlins said.
Peck thought better of his attempt to scramble up out of his disgraceful posture, the pan of onions between his thighs. But he looked round at Rawlins with one last plea in his red eyes.
"Let me tell her I'm just a-peelin' onions for supper," he begged. "Put your gun up, Rawlins, and let me tell her that. If she knows you made me do it she'll set on me the rest of my life."
"You were my guest," Rawlins reproached him, "and you pulled your gun on me and tried to rob me,
