Neither he nor Felix Craft had intended to go as far as an actual arrest of the girl. They were bad enough, in all conscience, but they drew the line somewhere.
Felix Craft shook his head. "No arrest, Arthur. That don't go."
"I can arrest her, I tell you," insisted the district attorney.
"No," said Craft firmly. "Miss Walton," he went on, turning to the girl, "we were a li'l excited when we came in here. Seeing that horse outside and all, we got the idea that maybe Bill was here. Will you give us your word he isn't?"
"Why, certainly," she said. "Bill isn't here, I give you my word."
"Fair enough," said Craft. "We'll be going. Come along, Arthur, move."
He and Sam hustled the district attorney out between them. Craft called in the cordon of horsemen that had surrounded the ranch-house.
"Crawl your horse, Arthur," ordered Craft. "What you waiting for?"
Arthur, swearing heartily, did as directed. "I don't see why you don't want me to have her arrested," he said in part as they rode townward. "A few days in the cooler——"
"No sense in it," declared Craft. "A lot of folks in the county wouldn't like it either, she being a woman and a good-lookin' one besides. You leave her alone."