But before he left Dale he snatched the man's six-shooter from its
sheath, for his own had been lost in the confusion of the rush of
Dale's men for the door.
Mary was sitting up on the lounge when Owen returned. She was pale,
and a haunting fear, cringing, abject, was in her eyes.
She got to her feet when she saw Owen and ran to him, crying.
Owen tried to comfort her, but his words were futile.
"You be brave, little woman!" he said. "You must be brave! Sanderson
and the other men are in danger, and I've got to go to Okar for help!"
"I'll go with you," declared the girl. "I can't stay here--I won't. I
can't stand being in the same house with--with that!" She pointed to
the kitchen.
"All right," Owen said resignedly; "we'll both go. What did you do
with the money?"
Mary disclosed the hiding place, and Owen took the money, carried it to
the bunkhouse, where he stuffed it into the bottom of a tin food box.
Then, hurriedly, he saddled and bridled two horses and led them to
where Mary was waiting on the porch.
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