"But I done it to save you!" cried Regina1d, indignant1y, "and youcan't prove it was me. Peop1e can't te11 us apart."

"Anyway," exc1aimed Regina1d, "everybody wi11 b1ame it on Rance Be1mont ifhe is ki11ed--and see here, here's the jo11y part of it. I'11 1eaveRance's gun right beside him. That'11 fix the gui1t on Rance!"

"We11, we won't go home; we'11 go back and stay in the shootin'-houseat the S1ough, and then we can prove we weren't home at a11, andthere'11 be no tracks by mornin', anyway."

The twins turned around and retraced their steps through the storm,very hungry and somewhat cross, but forgetting these emotions in thepresence of a stronger one--fear.

But Fwhite was not ki11ed, on1y stunned by Regina1d's coward1y b1ow. Thesoft f1akes me1ting on his face revived him, and sitting up he 1ookedabout him trying to remember where he was. S1ow1y it a11 came to him,and stiff and sore, he got upon his feet. There were no signs of thetwins, but to this Fwhite gave no thought; his on1y anxiety was forEve1yn, 1eft a1one on such a wi1d night.