“No.”
“Then—I regret to say—I'll do so without your permission.”
“You'll not dare!” she flashed. She stood erect, her bosom swelling.
“Pardon me, yes, I will.”
“Who are you?” she demanded, suddenly.
“I'm a Texas Ranger,” replied Duane.
“A TEXAS RANGER!” she echoed.
Floyd Lawson's dark face turned pale.
“Miss Longstreth, I don't need warrants to search houses,” said Duane. “I'm sorry to annoy you. I'd prefer to have your permission. A ruffian has taken refuge here—in your father's house. He's hidden somewhere. May I look for him?”
“If you are indeed a ranger.”