’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. Horrible doubts assailed her. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. " The foregoing conversation, having been conducted throughout in a low tone, and apart, had not reached the ears of Mr. Brendon. He rolled on top of her, pinning her with his arms and forming a tented cage. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her.
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