Are ye goin' to pay up or go with us ?" "Neither! You have no warrant; you have no proof that you are officers of the law, and you admit that you are from St.Louis County.

Grace, what county are we now in ?" "Beltrami County," replied Grace Harlowe, who had been consulting her map.
Miss Briggs nodded.
"Out of your jurisdiction, Mister Deputy! It might be in order for me to suggest that you remove your persons from our camp," finished Elfreda in the same even tone with which she had carried on the conversation throughout.
"I'll see whether ye'll go with us or not!" raged the deputy.
"Joe!" called Hippy sharply.

"If these rough-necks don't go _instanter_, trim 'em right." "Don't set Henry on them.

They might hurt him," called Grace.
"Get out!" commanded Hippy.
The three men got, but before going they warned the Overland Riders that they would have the law on them for shooting at officers in the discharge of their duty.
In reply, Hippy waved a hand and grinned, and the men rode away rather more rapidly than they had come into the camp.
"Great thought of yours, J.Elfreda," complimented Lieutenant Wingate.
"Elfreda uses her head, Hippy.

How much better than flying into a rage and threatening your enemy with dire things," reminded Grace.
"You don't always do that yourself," retorted Hippy.