ow constrained to "face the music."
"I didn't want to interrupt you," he said, seeking such excuse as due consideration for the circumstances might afford; "but I'd like to ask where I could get lodging for the night."
"What's yer name?" demanded Barker, unceremoniously.
"Francis Bonan," the raider replied, with more assurance. Then he added, by way of explaining his necessity, "I'm a stranger hereabouts."
"Ye air so," assented the sarcastic 'Gene. "Ye ain't even acquainted with yer own clothes. Ye be a town man."
"Well, I'm not the first man who has had to hide out," Ronan parried, seeking to justify his obvious disguise.
"Shot somebody?" asked 'Gene, with an apparent accession of interest.
"It's best for me not to tell."
"So be." 'Gene acquiesced easily. "Waal, ef ye kin put up with sech accommodations ez our'n, I'll take ye home with me."
Ronan stood aghast. But there was no door of retreat open. He was alone and helpless. He could not conceal