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Jack had to shoot to save me as well as himself." Slade stared hard at the girl and then at Lennon. "Well, supposing the young devil did break loose. What of it? How about this pard bunk? That's what I want to know." "I fear that Miss Farley has found me rather a disappointment," put in Lennon, and he looked at his trussed arm. "Not at all just the other way 'round," Carmena glowingly asserted.

Even a vein of solid copper could not be worked at a profit if the metal had to be packed out on burros. Yet there remained the chance of another route to the lode; and Lennon was not minded to confide his disappointment to Slade. He spurred his pony to keep pace with the others. The sooner the mine was relocated and the party back at the trail, the sooner he could make his attempt to escape.

Though the Lennon House was altogether ruined, and its lands gone from her, Ethne was still amongst her own people. They still looked eagerly for her visits; she was still the princess of that country-side. On the other hand, she took a frank pleasure in his company, and she led him to speak of his three years' service in the East.

And she forced herself, as she sat shivering by the fire, to remember that she had always foreseen and had always looked beyond it. To-morrow she would know again that they had not parted forever, to-morrow she would compare the parting of to-day with the parting on the night of the ball at Lennon House, and recognise what a small thing this was to that.

Lennon smiled at the revolver and the still more menacing steel-white eyes that glared at him along the barrel. "Is it not time you set to thinking yourself, Slade?" he suggested. "Alive, I am worth ten thousand dollars to you, as soon as you keep your bargain. Dead, I would not be worth a penny to you or any one else."

And Mena she'll go along too and help take care of me and love us? Won't she? You know I couldn't ever bear to go away and leave Mena." Along with his amusement over the child's naïve suggestion Lennon was conscious of an odd thrill. He remembered the look in Carmena's dark eyes when she saved him from the poison of the Gila monster and at the end of their desperate flight across the Basin.

Far to the rear, across the shadow-streaked waste, her anxious eyes sighted a group of moving dots. She ran to seize the pony's bridle and urge him into a jog. "Must hurry!" she rasped in a thirst-harshened voice. "They're trailing us on the lope!" The alarm shocked Lennon out of his semi-delirium. His relaxing grip on the rifle tightened. He straightened in the saddle.

It was asserted that Harry Feversham had been seen on the very morning after the dance, and at five minutes to six though according to Mrs. Brien O'Brien it was ten minutes past the hour still in his dress clothes and with a white suicide's face, hurrying along the causeway by the Lennon Bridge. It was suggested that a drag-net would be the only way to solve the mystery. Mr.

Slade sells what the bunch maverick and brand-blot." The terms brought no enlightenment to Lennon. He was from the Atlantic coast. "You mean they deal in cattle?" he inquired. "Cattle and horses and tizwin," added Elsie, screwing up her luscious little mouth over the last word as if it had a bad taste. Lennon caught a half glimmer of the truth. But the girl's thoughts had flitted butterfly-fashion

'How very odd you should have come across the young man from Glengarry again Mac Lennon, is it? Mac-something-or-other! Your Aunt Murray seems to consider him a very steady and worthy young man. I hope he may not degenerate in his present circumstances and calling, as so many of his class do. I am glad your father was able to do something for him.