"I won't believe it," replied Kells, doggedly. "And you, Budd,
you're accusing somebody present of treachery--or else Cleve. He's
the only one not here who knew."

"Wal, I always said thet youngster was slick," replied Budd.

"Will you accuse him to his face?"

"I shore will. Glad of the chance."

"Then you're drunk or just a fool."

"Thet so?"

"Yes, that's so," flashed Kells. "You don't know Cleve. He'll kill
you. He's lightning with a gun. Do you suppose I'd set him on
Gulden's trail if I wasn't sure? Why I wouldn't care to--"

"Here comes Cleve," interrupted Pearce, sharply.

Rapid footsteps sounded without. Then Joan saw Jim Cleve darken the
doorway. He looked keen and bold. Upon sight of Joan in her changed
attire he gave a slight start.

"Budd, here's Cleve," called out Red Pearce, mockingly. "Now, say it
to his face!"

In the silence that ensued Pearce's spirit dominated the moment with
its cunning, hate, and violence. But Kells savagely leaped in front
of the men, still master of the situation.