"
"I don't think he ought to go around at all!" Amy amended this
vigorously.
Bob shot at her an obliquely humorous glance, before which her own fell.
Somehow the humour died from his.
"Bodyguard accepted with thanks," said he, recovering himself. "I've
had enough Wild West on my own account." His words and the expression of
his face were facetious, but his tones were instinct with a gravity that
attracted even Thorne's attention. The Supervisor glanced at the young
man curiously, wondering if he were going to lose his nerve at the last.
But Bob's personal stake was furthest from his mind. Something in Amy's
half-frightened gesture had opened a new door in his soul. The real and
insistent demands of the situation had been suddenly struck shadowy
while his forces adjusted themselves to new possibilities.
"Ware's your man," suggested California John. "He's a gun-man, and he's
got a nerve like a saw mill man."
"Where is Ware?" Thorne asked Amy.
"He's over at Fair's shake camp. He will be back to-morrow."
"That's settled, then. How about Welton? Is he warned? You say he'll
testify?"
"If he has to," replied Bob, by a strong effort bringing himself back to
a practical consideration of the matter in hand.
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