“Come out, Jim Bowles. Don’t try to escape. The house is surrounded. You’ll git shot for your pains if you do.”
“Jim Bowles is not in this house,” said Daniel Moore.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Moore. I come from Iowa.”
“And who might these be?” demanded the sheriff, pointing to Miss Helen and the girls.
“These ladies are taking a motor trip.”
“Let the women answer for themselves. Who are you?” demanded the sheriff roughly.
Miss Campbell drew herself up.
“Would you mind taking off your hat?” she said. “It is easier for me to reply to a man when he is not wearing a hat.”
The sheriff removed his hat quickly.