THE MAGIC OF BEN STARK Before the party came in sight, the sound of their voices reached the cabin, and Burrell rose nervously and sauntered to the door.

Uncertain how this affair might terminate, he chose to get first look at his enemies, if they should prove to be such, realizing the advantage that goes to a man who stands squarely on both feet.
The trail came through the brush at the rear, and he heard Lee say: "This here's the place, boys--the shack ain't fifty yards away." "Likely looking gulch," Gale was heard to reply, in his deep tones--there was a crackle of dead brush, a sound as of a man tripping and falling heavily, then oaths in a voice that made the Lieutenant start.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Doret.

"You mus' be tired, Meestaire R-r-unnion.
Better you pick up your feet.

Dat's free tarn' you've-" They emerged into the open behind the house to pause in line back of Lee, who was staring at the stove-pipe of his cabin, from which came a wisp of smoke.

It seemed to Burrell that they held their position for a long time.