"Nice one to talk, you are!" snarled Lost Man. "You—you man- killer, you!"
Quicker than a flash the Outlaw raised his gun again.
"I ain't no man-killer," he droned. "I ain't never in my life killed no man. What I killed was two men—both coming at me double. There ain't no man living, I tells you, more peaceful than me. . . . But when I'm moonshining"—in an instant the flaccid lips had tightened into a single merciless line—"but when I'm moonshining I don't stand no monkeyshining!"
"Oh, cut it out!" said Jaffrey Bretton. "Here come the ladies!"
"I forgot the ladies!" collapsed the Outlaw. Blushing like a schoolboy he tucked his gun back in his belt, and began to tinker with the engine.
But the ladies, it seemed, were not over-quick about coming.
A little impatiently Jaffrey Bretton turned back to meet them. 146 The Brown Khaki Lady was frankly scared. But Daphne, though white as a sheet, admitted no trepidation.
"Oh, don't you think he's too dangerous to go with?" shivered the Brown Khaki Lady.
"Nonsense!" laughed Jaffrey Bretton. "He's as gentle as a lamb."
"If you handle him right," supplemented the Brown Khaki Lady.