"He's Hiram Rozier and he's awful rich," answered Daisy.
"I wonder if he is any relation to the Roziers in Ste. Genevieve?" hazarded the bandit-chieftain.
"He has a brother who's president of or owns a bank."
"Ha! He is one of that tribe, eh?" hissed Jesse.
"I'll pay him a visit before I leave this town. You'll either have your cow back or another in its place."
Something in the tone in which her "Prince Charming" uttered the promise made Daisy look at him and the expression she saw on his face caused her to shrink from him in terror.
But his paroxysm of rage lasted only a moment and when Jim returned with the groceries and provisions half an hour later, they were laughing and joking as they struggled to make the battered stove do its duty.
When the supplies had been transferred from the wagon to the house, Jesse bade his chum wait upon the girl while he transacted a little business and without giving either Daisy or Jim a chance to object, went from the house, jumping up beside the driver of the grocery wagon whom he ordered to drive as fast as he could to the home of Hiram Rozier.
The curiosity of the villager excited by the unheard-of order for provisions for the Shaws, the fellow sought to learn Jesse's relation to the family who were sneeringly alluded to as "poor white trash" by their more prosperous neighbours.