Intervention came from an unexpected quarter. Rushing into the room came the rancher Johnson, followed by his daughter.
“Let go of her,” the man ordered, harshly.
Sorenson looked about over his shoulder.
“Keep out of this, and get out,” he answered.
Johnson leaped forward and struck the other on the jaw. The cattleman releasing his hold on Janet staggered back, at the same time thrusting a hand under his coat.
But the rancher’s pistol was whipped forth first.
“You’d try that game, would you?” Johnson said, with his ragged beard out-thrust and stiff. “Put up your hands; I want to see how they look sticking up over your head.”
Sorenson though now holding them in sight did not at once comply.
“Johnson, you’re butting into something that doesn’t concern you,” he said, endeavoring to speak calmly.