"Don't open the room for an hour," said the queen of Ranch Robin.
"Not for a day if you give the command."
"Well, say not for three hours. Jem, your lodger, was a traitor, Meg——"
"Death to all such, I say!" cried the old woman, and the woman with the revolver threw a lot of bills upon the clothless table.
Half a minute later Belle Demona stood once more in the street of Perth.
Her horse had waited for her and she mounted with the grace of a finished rider.
She cast a glance up the street as she did so and then moved away.
Suddenly at the second glance she changed color a trifle.
Three horsemen were just entering Perth in the early light of morning.
The figures, blended for some time, opened as they came on, and the face of the queen of the ranch became a study while she watched them.