But the Quirt's having trouble enough to warrant any one in lending a hand; and common humanity demands that I take charge of the girl until she is herself again." "I don't know as any one would question that," Lone assented and ground his teeth afterwards because he must yield even the appearance of approval.

He knew that Warfield must feel himself in rather a desperate position, else he would never trouble to make his motives so clear to one of his men.

Indeed, Warfield had protested his unselfishness in the matter too much and too often to have deceived the dullest man who owned the slightest suspicion of him.

Lone could have smiled at the sight of Senator Warfield betraying himself so, had smiling been possible to him then.
He dropped behind the two at the first rough bit of trail and felt stealthily to test the hanging of his six-shooter, which he might need in a hurry.

Those two men would never lay their hands on Lorraine Hunter while he lived to prevent it.