woman?"

"It is," The Kid told him.

"I'll pay yuh well to let the place alone," offered Goliday after a
pause. "I'll give five thousand cash for the ranch, and if the deal
goes through, why I'm willin' to ante up another thousand to split
between you four.

"I'm a generous man, and it'll pay to have me for a friend. Savvy? As
an enemy I won't be so good. Now, Mr. Wolf, if that's yore name, just
advise Mrs. Thomas to sell right away. Is it a bargain?"

"It's mo' than that," murmured The Kid softly. "It's an insult."

Goliday did not seem to hear this remark. He reached into his vest and
drew out something that glittered in the sun.

"Here's a hundred and twenty to bind the bargain--six double eagles.
And there's more where these came from. Will yuh take 'em?"

"I'll take 'em," drawled Kid Wolf. He reached out for the gold, and
they clinked into his palm.

"I'll take 'em," he repeated, "and beah's what I'll do with 'em!"

With a sweeping movement, he tossed them high into the air. The sun
glittered on them as they went up. Then, with his other hand, The Kid
drew one of his guns.

Before the handful of coins began to drop, The Kid was firing at them.
He didn't waste a bullet. With each quick explosion a piece of gold
flew off on a tangent. _Br-r-rang, cling! Br-r-rang, ting!_ There
were six coins, and The Kid fired six times. He never missed one! He
picked the last one out of the air, three feet from the ground.

Goliday watched this exhibition of uncanny target practice with bulging
eyes. As the echoes of the last shot died away, he turned on The Kid
with a bellow of wrath.

"No, yo' don't!" Kid Wolf sang out.

Goliday took his hand away from the butt of his ivory-handled gun. The
Texan had pulled his other revolver with the bewildering speed of a
magician. Goliday was covered, "plumb center."

"That's our answah, sah!" The Kid snapped.

Goliday's sallow face was red with rage.

"I have power here!" he rasped. "And yuh'll hear from me! There's
only one law in this country, and that's six-gun law--yuh'll feel it
within forty-eight hours!"

"Is that so?" said The Kid contemptuously. "I have a couple of lawyahs
heah that can talk as fast as any in San Felipe County. The S Bar
accepts yo' challenge. Come on, boys. Let's don't waste any mo' time
with this."

Grinning, the quartet struck out again westward, leaving the
disgruntled ranchman behind. The last they saw of him, he