Bill shrugged and laughed.
"What are you going to do?"
"Burn him out—his store. And then—"
"And then?" eagerly.
"Retief will be present at the game. Tell him what has happened and—if he doesn't leave Foss River—shoot him. Mortgages and all records of debts, etc., are in his store."
"Good."
After expressing her approval the girl sat gazing into her lover's face. They talked a little longer, then Bill rose to go.
"Eleven o'clock to-night you say is the appointed hour?"
"Yes. I shall meet you at the gate of the fifty-acre pasture."
"Better not."