“But, miss,” said the spokesman, “we must search the cabin. I am sure Von Blusen came in here. Will you deny it?”
“I don’t have to deny it,” declared Mabel angrily. “If you are United States officers, as you claim, you will have some means of identification.”
“I showed you my badge,” said the man.
“Yes, and you were careful that I didn’t get a good look at it.”
“But we must make the search.”
“Then you must have an order. I know that much. I know you have to have a piece of paper, or something—a warrant I believe it is called.”
“I haven’t any warrant now,” was the reply, “but I am going to make the search just the same.”
He stepped forward, but Mabel covered him with her revolver.
“You have come in here against my command,” she said quietly, “and I should be perfectly justified in shooting you, as I would a burglar.”
The man sought to temporize.