"It's Cimarron Bill hisself!" gasped one, in a whisper.
And the entire crowd seemed awe-stricken and afraid.
[CHAPTER XX.]
MRS. ARLINGTON HAS A VISITOR.
The black maid stood over the little table at which mother and daughter sat taking tea.
"Sugar, Jackson," said the lady wearily.
The maid lifted the sugar-bowl, but, finding no tongs, was compelled to use a spoon.
"Why don't you use the tongs, Jackson?" asked the woman.