How well California Joe kept his promise, history has already recorded. Followed over many a weary mile of hill and prairie, McCall was finally arrested, tried and convicted, as well by his own boast as the evidence of others, and he was hanged.
But one glance at our heroine, for such the red-haired Texan is.
With a look of haughty defiance, she asked:
"Have I done aught that requires my detention here?"
"No," said Captain Jack; "thank Heaven you have not. We'd make a poor fist at trying a woman by Lynch law, if you had done what you meant to."
"Then I go, and few will be the white faces I ever see again!" she cried.
The next moment she passed out, and as the crowd followed to see whither she went, she was seen to spring on a coal-black horse which stood unhitched before the door, and on it she rode at wild speed away toward the north-west, while a saddled but unridden mustang followed close behind her.
The course she took led toward the regions where Sitting Bull, in force, awaited the attack of the soldiers then on his trail.
[THE END.]