William MacLeod Raine

“ Struve. I figured it just right. He waited too long for his first shot. Then the bank hid me. He wasn't expecting to see me away down the stream, so he hadn't time to sight his second one."
Steve wound his way in and out among the aspens, working toward the tail of them, which ran up the hill a little way and dropped down almost to the back door of the cabin. Upon this he was presently pounding.
Howard let him in. He had a revolver in his hand, the first weapon he could snatch up.
"You durned old idiot! It's a wonder you ain't dead three ways for Sunday," he shouted joyfully at sight of him. ”

“ They were for settling the matter out of hand by stringing the convict Struve up to the nearest pine, but they found the ranger so very much on the spot that they reconsidered.
"He's my prisoner, gentlemen. I came in here and took him—that is, with the help of my friend Siegfried. I reckon if you mill it over a spell, you'll find you don't want him half as bad as we do," he said mildly. ”

“ Siegfried's face darkened. "Ay bane like for know who it vas?"
Howard laughed. "Now, if you'll tell Steve that he'll give you as much as six bits, Sig. He's got notions, but they ain't worth any more than yours or mine. Say, where you boys going to-day? I've a notion to go along."
"Oh, just out for a little pasear," Steve answered casually. "Thought you were going to work on your south fence to-day."
"Well, I reckon I better. It sure needs fixing. You lads take good care of yourselves. ”