Lucille held out her hand.
“You is the gamest leetle gal I ever seen,” said Jack Jessop, and the tears came into his eyes. Turning to the outlaw, he continued:
“Some day there’ll come a settlement for your red deeds and your cruel treatment of this lady, and I’d show you no more mercy than I would a snake.”
The chief laughed, snapped the irons on Jack’s ankles, then continued his search of the coach, taking several things of value.
Then he called to his silent men to bring up the horses, and to strip the team of the harness.
They quickly did so, and a horse was led up with a lady’s saddle.
Lucille sprang to her seat without aid, making the remark in an indifferent tone:
“It is lucky I wore my riding habit, fearing some accident.”
The things from the coach, arms, and other articles, with the harness, cushions, and rubber coverings, were soon packed on the horses, the chief mounted, and, turning to the driver, said: