"Three brutes and a man have been killed" she replied.

"What the--who--who's that feller? Are you--"

"Don't ask questions, Borax. I am not hurt, but I have no time to
answer questions. Please remove that car-stake and replace the
velocipede on the tracks."

Her cool demeanor, despite her tears, her terse commands, indicating a
plan for prompt action of some kind, flabbergasted Borax to such an
extent that he commenced to swear very fluently, without for a moment
realizing that there was a lady present. And just at this juncture
Harley P. Hennage arrived.

As might be expected, Harley P. wasted no time catering to the call of
curiosity.

"Let me have him, Miss Donna," he ordered. "We'll put him on the
velocipede and rush him up to the hotel. I'll--"

"No, Mr. Hennage. He belongs to me. Place him on the velocipede and
help me take him home."

"To the Hat Ranch?"

"Yes, of course, I can care for him there, if he lives."

"Why, Miss Donna--"

"Do it, please" she commanded. "I know best. Set him on the little