“Two men, ma’am,” corrected the foreman.
“What’s that?” The outlaw broke off the snatch of opera he was singing to slew his head round at McWilliams.
“I said two. Any objections, seh?”
“Yes. That wasn’t in the contract.”
“We’re giving y’u surplusage, that’s all. Y’u wanted one of us, and y’u get two. We don’t charge anything for the extra weight,” grinned Mac.
“Oh, Mac, will you go with him?” cried Helen, with shining eyes.
“Those are my present intentions, Miss Helen,” laughed her foreman.
Whereat Nora emerged from the background and flung herself on him. “Y’u can’t go, Jim! I won’t have you go!” she cried.
The young man blushed a beautiful pink, and accepted gladly this overt evidence of a reconciliation. “It’s all right, honey. Don’t y’u think two big, grown-up men are good to handle that scalawag? Sho! Don’t y’u worry.”
“Miss Nora can come, too, if she likes,” suggested he of the Shoshones. “Looks like we would have quite a party. Won’t y’u join us, too, Miss Messiter, according to the original plan?” he said, extending an ironical invitation.