"I've got six hunks o' lead in this gun if yer don't do what I say," Hains growled. "An' I'll give yer just one minute ter start goin'."
The man had the gun in his hand and, seeing that resistance would be folly, Bob turned to Jack.
"Come on, Jack."
But before giving the word to Satan he looked the man full in the eyes and said:
"You dare to harm one hair of her head and I'll get you if it's the last thing I ever do."
"Git."
"This is awful, Jack," Bob groaned as soon as they were out of hearing.
"I'll say it's awful and then some," Jack repeated. "But I can't see that it was our fault."
"No time to argue about that now. We must get to the ranch as soon as possible and give the alarm."
They were riding side by side while talking but now Bob spoke to Satan and the horse seemed to spurn the ground beneath his feet as he drew away from Jack. Bob never could seem to remember much about that wild ride home. His brain seemed dulled by the calamity and all he was able to think was, "How can I tell her father?"