but his chivalry prevented. He was a most gallant darky."

"What did you do when they left?"

"Why, I kept my word and waited until they were out of sight, then
I roused the camp, and set Mr. McNamara and his men right after
them down the gulch."

"DOWN the gulch!" spoke Glenister, off his guard.

"Yes, of course. Did you think they went UP-stream?" She was
looking squarely at him now, and he dropped his eyes. "No, the
posse started in that direction, but I put them right." There was
an odd light in her glance, and he felt the blood drumming in his
ears.

She sent them down-stream! So that was why there had been no
pursuit! Then she must suspect--she must know everything!
Glenister was stunned. Again his love for the girl surged
tumultuously within him and demanded expression. But Miss Chester,
no longer feeling sure that she had the situation in hand, had
already started to return to the hotel. "I saw the men
distinctly," she told him, before they separated, "and I could
identify them all."

At his own house Glenister found Dextry removing the stains of the
night's adventure.

"Miss Chester recognized us last night," he announced.