“I know to-night how an outlaw feels when the posse’s at his heels and he rides with murder in his heart,” the girl went on with hardness in her young voice. “I know to-night why he makes them pay dear for his life when he takes his last stand behind a rock.” “Oh, Essie, don’t!” Mrs. Terriberry wrung her garnet and moonstone-ringed fingers together in distress. “You mustn’t get reckless!” “What.”