down the trail on the track of the 

 stranger. He put the pony hard to it, 

 and in two hours he overtook the train 

 at the crossing of the river. 



"Say, pard, I done wrong. I didn't 

 orter sell them little B'ars, leastwise 

 not Jacky. I I wall, now, I want to 

 call it off. Here 's yer yellow." 



" I 'm satisfied with my end of it/ 1 

 said the stranger, coldly. 



"Well, I ain't," said Lan, with 

 warmth, "an' I want it off." 



"Ye 're wastin' time if that's what 

 ye come for," was the reply. 



"We'll see about that," and Lan 

 threw the gold pieces at the rider and 

 walked over toward the pannier, where 

 Jack was whining joyfully at the sound 

 of the familiar voice. 



" Hands up," said the stranger, with 

 the short, sharp tone of one who 

 had said it before, and Lan turned to 



