LONE TAKES HIS STAND Lone Morgan, over at Elk Spring camp, was just sitting down to eat his midday meal when some one shouted outside.

Lone stiffened in his chair, felt under his coat, and then got up with some deliberation and looked out of the window before he went to the door.

All this was a matter of habit, bred of Lone's youth in the feud country, and had nothing whatever to do with his conscience.
"Hello!" he called, standing in the doorway and grinning a welcome to Swan, who stood with one arm resting on the board gate.

"She's on the table--come on in." "I don't know if you're home with the door shut like that," Swan explained, coming up to the cabin.

"I chased a coyote from Rock City to here, and by golly, he's going yet! I'll get him sometime, maybe.