"Well, well, no, I reckon I hain't. Don't need none. I'm an officer of the law. This is my warrant," he said, tapping the rifle.
"We have similar arguments, arguments that are fully as potent," replied Miss Briggs significantly. "We decline to recognize any authority unless backed by proper credentials. What county are you from, may I inquire?"
"St. Louis County," grumbled the deputy.
"And your companion—is he from the same county?"
"Yes. Come! I ain't got time for per-laverin' around. Are ye goin' to pay up or go with us?"
"Neither! You have no warrant; you have no proof that you are officers of the law, and you admit that you are from St. Louis County. Grace, what county are we now in?"
"Beltrami County," replied Grace Harlowe, who had been consulting her map.
Miss Briggs nodded.
"Out of your jurisdiction, Mister Deputy! It might be in order for me to suggest that you remove your persons from our camp," finished Elfreda in the same even tone with which she had carried on the conversation throughout.
"I'll see whether ye'll go with us or not!" raged the deputy.