e vision beat in upon his
misty conceptions. "_She ain't hurt_!"

In his mind there was no room for desperadoes contemporaneously with
Her. Then he became conscious of the lady's raiment, and his brown
cheeks flamed brick-red, while he dropped his eyes. In his
shrinking, grovelling modesty, he made for his dark corner.

One of those at bay, familiar with this strange abashment, seized the
moment, but at his motion the sheriff screamed: "Look out!"

The quick danger in the cry brought back with a surge the men against
the wall and Shorty swung instantly, firing at the outstretched hand
of Bailey as it reached for Tremper's weapon.

The landlord straightened, gazing affrightedly at his finger tips.

"Too low!" and Shorty's voice held aching tears. "I'll never touch
another drop; it's plumb ruined my aim."

"Cut these strings, girlie," said the sheriff, as the little man's
gaze again wavered, threatening to leave his prisoners.

"Quick. He's blushing again.".

When they were manacled, Shorty stood in moist exudation, trembling
and speechless, under the incoherent thanks of the bride and the
silent admiration of her handsome husband. She fluttered about him
in a tremor of anxiety, lest he be wounded, caressing him here and
there with solicitous pats till he felt his shamed and happy spirit
would surely burst from its misshapen prison.

"You've made a good thing to-night," said Turney, clapping him
heartily on his massive back. "You get the five thousand all right.
We were going to Mexico City on that for a bridal trip when I rounded
up the gang, but I'll see you get every cent of it, old man. If it
wasn't for you I'd have been a heap farther south than that by now."

The open camaraderie and good-fellowship that rang in the man's voice
affected Shorty strangely, accustomed as he was to the veiled
contempt or open compassion of his fellows. Here was one who
recognized him as a man, an equal.

He spread his lips, but the big voice squeaked dismally, then,
inflating deeply, he spoke so that the prisoners chained in the
corral outside heard him plainly.

"I'd rather she took it anyhow," blushing violently.

"No, no," they cried. "It's yours."

"Well, then, half of it"--and for once Shorty betrayed the strength
of Gibraltar, even in the face of the lady, and so it stood.

As the dawn spread over the dusty prairie, tipping the westward
mountains with silver caps, and sucking the mist out of the
cotton