But after all, every good woman has a tremendous desire to make men happy, and handsome Jim Perris with his straight, steady eyes and his free laughter was such a pleasant fellow to work with that Marianne quite forgot moderation.

I remembered some of the things I'd heard about Red Perris in Glosterville and didn't say nothing.

"Will you take this to Jim Perris for me?" A gulp, a grin, a nod, he was down from the wagon in a flash and using his leanness to wriggle snakelike through the crowd.

that very upward bound swung Perris to the erect, and with incredible and catlike speed he slipped into the saddle.

What person in the world could doubt his story of how he met Perris at the shack and warned him again to leave the Valley of the Eagles and of how Perris went for the gun but was beaten in fair fight?

"Well!" chuckled Corson, not unkindly, "I thought it would be more Perris than Arizona in the wind-up!"

But once released it came in a rush, blinding her, so that she could not see Perris through her tears as he placed her gently in the chair.

There was something about that hand which spoke to Perris of helpless surrender, something more in the gloomy eyes which looked up to the foreman where he leaned against a pillar.

" With the uncanny Western keenness of vision, Hervey had caught sight of the approaching Perris from the corner of his eye.

He saw the girl run with a cry and receive the bleeding body of Red Perris into her arms.

They had looked upon the approaching conflict with Perris as a bitter pill that must be swallowed for the sake of the Valley of the Eagles outfit.

"Maybe you been chasing Perris on foot," observed Lew Hervey.