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CALAMITY ANNE'S INHERITANCE
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with a fake will — they's one in existence. I thought Calamity had it. I've found out different. I want to talk to her now — if I could just "
"Well, why dont you?'5 Jane inquired. There seemed an honest light about the eyes as Cal laughed.
"Why dont I? An' her a-waitin' to plug me with a pound o' lead? Listen here, little girl," he moved closer. "We do things quick out here. I seen yuh last night and liked
An hour later, Jane Baxter walked to the window of the little shack and waved a handkerchief. Calamity sniffed.
"What you doin'?" she queried.
"Nothing "
There was no time for a second question. A hurtling form had come from one of the sheds and was hurrying toward the shack. It was that of Cal Edwards. On he came. Within fifty feet of the shack, Calamity's
THEY ARRIVE AT THE MINE
yuh. Whether Calamity's got that fake will or not, 'taint a bit of difference to me, now that I've seen yuh. I like yuh a lot ; will yuh help me?"
Jane frowned a second, then smiled. Jane, born in the West, had all the vanity of the East.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Sneak them bullets away from Calamity, so I kin git up there to the shack to talk to her 'thout her pluggin' me. Will yuh do it?"
A moment later, he again asked the question. Again — again — again — at last the assent.
eyes had caught him. She gave a cry and leaped for the rifle. She ran to the window. She aimed — and pulled the trigger. Only a dull snap answered her. The bullets had been removed. A crash at the door. The form of Cal Edwards had entered and torn the rifle from her.
"Eun me out, will yuh?" he shouted. "Now it's time for yuh to vamoose! I've got the whip-hand, see?"
He gave the elderly woman a shove and grasped at the will, which had been tucked in the pocket of her old blue shirt. Roughly he threw