"Indeed she does," Martin replied. "Don't fool with her if you value your lives. She's a dead shot, as many a grizzly has found out to his cost."
In the silence which followed these words it was almost possible to hear the heart-beats of the two confounded men.
"Are you going to leave this place?" Nance asked slowly and deliberately. "Will you promise never to come here to bother us again?"
No response coming to this request, Nance continued:
"I am going to count ten, and while I am doing it you can think over what I have said. That is all the time I shall give you. One—two—three—four—five—six—seven—eight—nine——"
"Hold, hold, Miss," Sam interrupted. "I'll leave. I'm not going to have my brains blown out."
"So will I," Dave assented.
"And you will never trouble us again?"
"No, no," came simultaneously from both men.
"Wait a minute," Nance commanded. "I am not through with you yet. Might is right, so you say. Just put your hands above your heads. There, that's better. Now, daddy, please take those weapons out of their pockets; they are not safe things for such men to carry."