"Wait!" said Carlisle quietly. "We're armed, and we've got you covered." His weapon and that of Kammerer shone gray in the half light. Dunwody threw himself against the doorpost with a growl of anger.
"You've been plotting against us!" he said to Josephine grimly.
"Well!"
"You are unjust, as usual, Sir," said Carlisle hotly. "On the contrary, she just kept us from killing you—which by all the rights of God and man we ought to have done,—and will do, some day."
"What do you mean?" demanded Dunwody dully. "You—she saved—"
"It iss the truth," assented Kammerer, in his turn. "It wass the lady who hass saved you. She hass spoken for peace and not for bloodshed. You owe to her your life."
"My life!" he said, turning toward her. "You—"
"I've assumed command here," interrupted Josephine calmly. "I've paroled these gentlemen."
"Indeed!" said Dunwody sarcastically. "That's very nice, for them!".
She went on unperturbed. "I'm going to set them free. Judge Clayton and Mr. Jones and you others, too, must go on home. You will have to surrender to the courts. These men are going to leave the state. All of you must disperse—at once."
"And you yourself,—" began Dunwody grimly; "what do you plan?"