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“But you got out,” persisted Ring, maliciously.

“I got out, but I tell you right now he’s got something coming to him. No mail-sifter of a little two-for-a-cent town like Eagle is goin’ to put it all over me that way and not repent of it. I’ve figured out a scheme to get even with him, and you have got to help.”

This staggered Henry, who began to side-step and limp. “Count me out on that,” said he. “The old skunk treated me just about the same way. I don’t blame you; a feller sure has a right to have his postmaster make a bluff at shuffling the deck. But, after all–“

However, in the end the boss won his most trusted fellows to his plan, for he was a youth of power, and besides they had all been roiled by the grizzled, crusty old official, and were quite ready to take a hand in his punishment.

Roy developed his plot. “We’ll pull out of camp about midnight, and ride round to the east, sneak in, and surround the old man’s shack, shouting and yelling and raising Cain. He’ll come out of his hole to order us off, and I’ll rope him before he knows where he’s at; then we’ll toy with him for a few minutes–long enough to learn him a lesson in politeness–and let him go.”

No one in the gang seemed to see anything specially humorous in this method of inculcating urbanity of manner, and at last five of them agreed to stand their share of the riot, although Henry Ring muttered something about the man’s being old and not looking very strong.

“He’s strong enough to wave a two-foot gun,” retorted Roy, and so silenced all objection.

One night as soon as the camp was quiet Pierce rose and, touching his marauders into activity, saddled and rode away as stealthily as the leader of a band of Indian scouts. He made straightway over the divide to the east, then turned, and, crossing the river, entered the town from the south, in order to deceive any chance observer.

Just below the station, in a little gully, he halted his war-party and issued final orders. “Now I’ll ride ahead and locate myself right near the back door; then when I strike a light you fellows come in and swirl round the shack like a gust o’ hell. The old devil will come out the back door to see what’s doin’, and I’ll jerk him end-wise before he can touch trigger. I won’t hurt him any more than he needs. Now don’t stir till I’m in position.”

Silently, swiftly, his pony shuffled along the sandy road and over the railway-crossing. The town was soundless and unlighted, save for a dim glow in the telegraph office, and the air was keen and crisp with frost. As he approached the Badger’s shack Pierce detected a gleam of light beneath the curtain of the side windows. “If he’s awake, so much the better,” he thought, but his nerves thrilled as he softly entered the shadow.

Suddenly the pony trod upon something which made a prodigious crash. The door opened, a tall young girl appeared in a wide flare of yellow light which ran out upon the grass like a golden carpet. With eager, anxious voice she called out:

“Is that you, Doctor?”

The raider stiffened in his saddle with surprise. His first impulse was to set spurs to his horse and vanish. His next was to tear off his disguise and wait, for the voice was sweeter than any he had ever heard, and the girl’s form a vision of beauty.

Alarmed at his silence, she again called out: “Who are you? What do you want?”

“A neighbor, miss,” he answered, dismounting and stepping into the light. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

At this moment hell seemed to have let loose the wildest of its warriors. With shrill whoopings, with flare of popping guns, Roy’s faithful herders came swirling round the cabin, intent to do their duty, frenzied with delight of it.