"Here's his badge," said Rhetta, offering it frantically. "Tell him he's still marshal!"
"Yes, you can come for him—now!" said Violet, accusingly. "I told you—you remember now what I told you!"
"O Violet, Violet! If you knew what I've paid for that—if you knew!"
"Not as much as you owe him, if it was the last drop of blood in your heart!" said Violet. And she turned away, and went and stood by the door.
"They'll burn the town!" Rhetta moaned. "Oh, isn't anybody going to help me—won't you call him, Violet?"
"No," said Violet. "He can hear you—he'll come if he wants to—if he's fool enough to do it again!"
"Violet!" her mother cautioned.
"How many are with him?" Fred inquired.
"Seven or eight—I didn't see them all. Pa's collecting a posse to guard the bank—they're going to rob it!"
"They're welcome to all I've got in it," Stilwell said. "You better come in and have a cup of coffee, Rhetty, before——"