“‘They’re looting the treasury, W. D.,’ he sings out. ‘They’re going to kill me and you, too. Unlimber a couple of mules at once. We’ll have to make a get-away in a couple of minutes.’
“‘They’ve found out,’ says I, ‘the truth about the law of supply and demand.’
“‘It’s the women, mostly,’ says the King. ‘And they used to admire me so!’
“They hadn’t seen looking-glasses then,’ says I.
“‘They’ve got knives and hatchets,’ says Shane; ‘hurry!’
“Take that roan mule,’ says I. ‘You and your law of supply! I’ll ride the dun, for he’s two knots per hour the faster. The roan has a stiff knee, but he may make it,’ says I. ‘If you’d included reciprocity in your political platform I might have given you the dun,’ says I.
“Shane and McClintock and me mounted our mules and rode across the rawhide bridge just as the Peches reached the other side and began firing stones and long knives at us. We cut the thongs that held up our end of the bridge and headed for the coast.”
A tall, bulky policeman came into Finch’s
