"Yes, dad."
"Gone back on yore father and taken up with Webb's scalawags, have you?"
"No, I haven't," she called back. "But I'm going to see they get fair play."
"You git out of there, girl, and on this side of the river!" Snaith roared angrily. "Pronto! Do you hear?"
"There's no use shouting yourself hoarse, dad. I can hear you easily, and
I'm not coming."
"Not comin'! D'ye mean you've taken up with a pair of killers, of outlaws we 're goin' to put out of business? You talk like a—like a—"
"Go slow, Snaith!" cut in Prince sharply. "Can't you see she's tryin' to save you from murder?"
"We're goin' to take those boys back to Los Portales with us—or their bodies. I don't care a whole lot which. You light a shuck out of there, Lee."
"No," she answered stubbornly. "If you're so bent on shooting at some one you can shoot at me."
The cattleman stormed and threatened, but in the end he had to give up the point. His daughter was as obstinate as he was. He retired in volcanic humor.