"You've got some money, have you?" said Bill, releasing Mrs. Powell's arm.
"Yes; I have twenty-two dollars I was saving up to buy a saddle, and if you will clear out right off, I'll give it to you."
"All right," agreed Bill. "We'll go. Let's have it. But don't try to play any tricks, young woman."
"I'll get it for you right away," Bessie said; "it's here in my bedroom."
"All right," repeated Bill. "Be quick about it!"
Bessie ran into the bedroom and was heard to pull open a drawer, and a few seconds later a shot sounded. Bill staggered a little, felt for his pistol, and then turned around and fell to the floor; while the young man who had stood in the door ran out through the kitchen, jumped on his horse, and galloped off.
[A] Cávaya from the Spanish word caballada, the horse herd.