"What's the matter?" asked the other with an oily voice. "You object to my term? Well—Tansie, you tell him."
Tansie shook her head, dazedly. "You can't say—"
"No?" snapped the other. "Well, I'll tell him, Tansie. Ackerman, your gal-friend is married."
"No—!" cried Tansie in a voice of mingled pain and terror. She was cut off by another crack of the carbine.
Tansie looked at the other man. "Calvin Blaine, you're not—"
"Ackerman is coming with me," said Blaine.
"I don't think so," Les told him.
Blaine laughed cheerfully. "You haven't much to say about this."
Les spat in the other's direction. "Don't let me get within grabbing distance of that gun," he told Blaine. Disdainfully, he turned his back and faced Tansie.
"Is it true?"