"I moost laugh, senor; such a brav' Americano 'fraid of de girl. Why
not you shoot me?"
"A-a-afraid nothin'," and Stutter's freckled face became instantly as
rosy as his admired hair, "b-but I t-tell ye, miss, it's a-a-all d-dirt
down th-there, an' not f-f-fit fer no lady ter t-t-traipse round in."
The temptress, never once doubting her power, smiled most bewitchingly,
her hands eloquent.
"You vas good boy, just like I tink; I wear dis ol' coat--see; an' den
I turn up de skirt, so. I no 'fraid de dirt. Now, vat you say, senor?
_Bueno_?"
Thus speaking, she seized upon the discarded and somewhat disreputable
garment, flung it carelessly about her shapely shoulders, shrugging
them coquettishly, her great eyes shyly uplifting to his relenting
face, and began swiftly to fasten up her already short dress in
disregard of the exposure of trim ankles. The agitated Mr. Brown
coughed, his uneasy glances straying down the open shaft. He would
gladly, and with extreme promptness, have shoved the cold muzzle of his
Colt beneath the nose of any man at such moment of trial; but this
young girl, with a glance and a laugh, had totally disarmed him.
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