"It's Mr. Savage," he yelled back to the startled couple, "an' he's
on horseback! Hi, there!"

As Dickey Savage came plunging up the slope, roaring with excited
joy, she said to Ouentin, her voice low and intense:

"I know now that you saved me from a worse fate than death, Phil,
and, if you ask, I will forgive as I hope you will forgive me.
Courant was Ugo's tool, and I had the truth from him. You are the
truest, the best of friends, and I should--"

"Stop, Dorothy! Not now, some day, when you are home, after you have
had time to think over all that I have done, right and wrong, I may
come to you with the question I will not ask now. What I have sinned
for, if you want to call it that, I will sue for some other day when
the world is looking on. I will not make my prisoner pay penalty
without a trial."

"I want you to know that I do not hate you," she argued,
persistently.

"But you hated me yesterday."

"I did not."

Just then Dickey pounced upon them, and, as they hurried to the spot
where Turk was holding the newcomer's horse, Phil briefly told how
he and the little ex-burglar had accidentally stumbled upon the
hiding-place of the pseudo priest after hours of hopeless search.