ile of skepticism hovered about his full lips, as he raised his eyes
to the girl's face, but the look of determination, of confidence that he
met put his doubts to flight. "I believe you can do it, if any man can,"
and he put his big hand on her slight shoulders, as much as to say, "I'm
behind you; I believe in you."

Of course an inkling of Porter's condition had to be given his wife,
though the full gravity was masked. This was done by Allis, and Mrs.
Porter immediately became a prey to abject despair.

The first thing to be done was to get rid of Diablo. She was too gentle
to ask that he be shot, but he must go, even if he be given away.
She would willingly have sacrificed all the horses. Always with their
presence had come financial troubles, spiritual troubles; now the lives
of those dear to her were in actual peril. No wonder the good woman was
rendered hysterical by the strong emotions that swayed her.

In her depression she somewhat startled Allis by insisting that they
must send for Mr. Crane at once. After all, it was not so unreasonable;
with the master of Ringwood helpless, who else could they consult with
over their entangled condition? For, the past year Porter had found it
necessary to keep in constant touch with the bank; so they must become
familiar with the details of the entanglement.

Mrs. Porter had come to have the utmost confidence in Crane's friendship
and ability; he was the one above all others to have Diablo taken off
their hands. So Philip Crane, to his intense delight, was summoned to
Ringwood. This was his first knowledge of Porter's mishap, for he had
been in New York.

Crane was supposed to possess a rare magnetism; most certainly men came
under his influence with a noiseless, cheerful complaisance. It may have
been that there was a slight fascination in the oblique contour of his
eyes, but in reality his power lay in his exquisite finesse; people
delved for him under the impression that they were laboring according to
the dictates of their own sweet wills. Figuratively speaking, he twisted
Mrs. Porter round his finger, and so delightfully, that she was filled
with gratitude because of Crane's kindness in their hour of trouble.

The matter of Diablo was settled in a minute; he would buy the horse
himself, and the price could be arranged when Mrs. Porter was able to
discuss the matter--that is, definitely; in the meantime he would pay
a thousand for him. He understood Porter had bough