Joyce, if you make any trouble it 'll cost him his life."
"Turned highwayman, eh?" sneered Greener, keenly alert for the necessary fraction of a second's carelessness on the part of the other. He was gunman enough to need no more.
"Miss Joyce, will you please ride along? I want to talk to him alone," said Johnny, his eyes fastened intently on those of his enemy.
"Yes, Norah; that 's best. I 'll join you in a few minutes," urged Greener, smiling at her.
Johnny had a sudden thought and his warning was grave and cold. "Don't get very far away an' don't make no sounds, or signals; if you do it 'll be th' quickest way to need 'em. He 'll pay for any mistakes like that."
"You coward!" she cried, angrily, and then delivered an impromptu lecture that sent the blood surging into the fugitive's wan cheeks. But she obeyed, slowly, at Greener's signal, and when she was out of sight Johnny spoke.
"Greener, yo 're not going to marry her. You know what you are, you know how yore first wife died—an'
