Turn--your--backs, I said.

Now, drop those guns on the ground.
Walk straight ahead of you till you come to that bank.

You needn't look around; I'm still here." She leaned a little, sending Pard slowly forward until he was close to the six-shooters lying on the ground.

She glanced down at them quickly, and again at the men who stood, an uneasy trio, with their faces toward the wall, except when they ventured a glance sidewise or back at her over one shoulder.

She glanced at the cattle huddled in the narrow mouth of the "draw" behind them, and saw that they were indeed Bar Nothing and Lazy A stock.