So thet’s what it means to be a man! I guess I’d forgot. Wal, I’m old, an’ even if my heart was in the right place I never was built fer big stunts. Do you know what it’ll take to do all you promised Jen?”

“I haven’t any idea,” replied Duane, gravely.

“You’ll have to pull the wool over Kate Bland’s eyes, ant even if she falls in love with you, which’s shore likely, thet won’t be easy. An’ she’d kill you in a minnit, Buck, if she ever got wise. You ain’t mistaken her none, are you?”

“Not me, Euchre. She’s a woman. I’d fear her more than any man.”

“Wal, you’ll have to kill Bland an’ Chess Alloway an’ Rugg, an’ mebbe some others, before you can ride off into the hills with thet girl.”

“Why? Can’t we plan to be nice to Mrs. Bland and then at an opportune time sneak off without any gun-play?”

“Don’t see how on earth,” returned Euchre, earnestly. “When Bland’s away he leaves all kinds of spies an’ scouts watchin’ the valley trails. They’ve all got rifles. You couldn’t git by them.

But when the boss is home there’s a difference. Only, of course, him an’ Chess keep their eyes peeled. They both stay to home pretty much, except when they’re playin’ monte or poker over at Benson’s. So I say the best bet is to pick out a good time in the afternoon, drift over careless-like with a couple of hosses, choke Mrs. Bland or knock her on the head, take Jennie with you, an’ make a rush to git out of the valley. If you had luck you might pull thet stunt without throwin’ a gun. But I reckon the best figgerin’ would include dodgin’ some lead an’ leavin’ at least Bland or Alloway dead behind you. I’m figgerin’, of course, thet when they come home an’ find out you’re visitin’ Kate frequent they’ll jest naturally look fer results. Chess don’t like you, fer no reason except you’re swift on the draw–mebbe swifter ‘n him. Thet’s the hell of this gun-play business. No one can ever tell who’s the swifter of two gunmen till they meet. Thet fact holds a fascination mebbe you’ll learn some day. Bland would treat you civil onless there was reason not to, an’ then I don’t believe he’d invite himself to a meetin’ with you. He’d set Chess or Rugg to put you out of the way. Still Bland’s no coward, an’ if you came across him at a bad moment you’d have to be quicker ‘n you was with Bosomer.”

“All right. I’ll meet what comes,” said Duane, quickly. “The great point is to have horses ready and pick the right moment, then rush the trick through.”

“Thet’s the ONLY chance fer success. An’ you can’t do it alone.”

“I’ll have to. I wouldn’t ask you to help me. Leave you behind!”

“Wal, I’ll take my chances,” replied Euchre, gruffly. “I’m goin’ to help Jennie, you can gamble your last peso on thet. There’s only four men in this camp who would shoot me–Bland, an’ his right-hand pards, an’ thet rabbit-faced Benson.