List of Illustrations[ "Oh!" she gasped. "Why—it's gold!" . . . . . . Frontispiece ][ Roaring Bill Wagstaff stood within five feet of her, resting one hand on the muzzle of his grounded rifle ][ "Hurt? No," he murmured; "I'm just plain scared." ][ Bill stood before the fireplace, his shaggy fur cap pushed far back on his head ]