force with which she gripped it. Faster, faster, with that terrified face
above her!

"My precious one! Try again! Do not be afraid!"

"No."

And then they both heard the hoarse whistle of the little shuttle train
nearing The Ghost, with Margaret Moffatt on board!

Travers realized the new danger. Very steep was the grade of the
mountain, and it ended on--the tracks!

He shut his eyes; he could do no more. Every move he made imperilled the
woman he would give his life to save. The only comfort he knew was that
he, too, was losing, losing. They would be together at the last.

Priscilla understood also. She looked up and saw him close his eyes; then
fear fled, as it does when the last hope takes it. It would soon be over
for them, and--nothing in all the world could separate them. There was
nothing but him and her! He had seen that; but now she saw it, too. Him
and her! him and her!

"I--love you so!" she whispered. "I am not afraid. I'm sorry. I would
have given myself to you! I would indeed!"

She wanted him to know. He opened his eyes and smiled a twisted, hideous
smile.

"I--meant--to have you." The words came to her faintly. A nearer shriek