The man regarded her with sudden interest: "D'you know him?"
"Yes, yes! Hurry and tell them to stop shooting!"
"You wait here a minute, an' I'll git Hod Blake, he's the marshal." The man disappeared and a moment later came toward her with another man, the two followed by a goodly part of the crowd.
The tall man stepped to the girl's side: "This here's Hod," he announced by way of introduction and, "that's her."
Gun in hand, Hod Blake nodded curtly: "D'you say you know this here party?" he asked.
"Yes, that is, I think I do."
"Ike, here, says how you figgered you could go in an' make him surrender."
Alice nodded, somehow, that word surrender had an ominous sound. "He hasn't—killed anyone, has he?"
"No, he ain't killed no one—yet. He nicked Pete Barras in the arm, an' has otherwise feloniously disturbed the peace of Timber City to a extent it'll cost him a hundred dollars' fine besides damages fer shootin' up, an' causin' to git shot up, the Red Front saloon."
"And, you'd kill a man for that!" cried the girl, indignantly.