she had forgotten what she had heard
about this man--that he was an escaped convict--a convicted murderer.
Was she any better off now that she had let him know about the money
than she was with the others after they discovered it?

At her words Bridge kneeled and searched the two tramps. He counted the
bills as he removed them from their pockets.

"Eleven hundred?" he asked, and handed the money to Billy.

"Eleven hundred, yes," breathed the woman, faintly, her eyes
horror-filled and fearful as she gazed upon Billy's face. She didn't
care for the money any more--they could have it all if they would only
let her live.

Billy turned toward her and held the rumpled green mass out.

"Here," he said; "but that's an awful lot o' coin for a woman to have
about de house--an' her all alone. You ought not to a-done it."

She took the money in trembling fingers. It seemed incredible that the
man was returning it to her.

"But I knew it," she said finally.

"Knew what?" asked Billy.

"I knew you was a good boy. They said you was a murderer."

Billy's brows contracted, and an expression of pain crossed his face.

"How did they come to say that?" he asked.

"I heard them telephonin' to Kansas City to the police," she replied,
and then she sat bolt upright. "The detectives are on their way here
now," she almost screamed, "and even if you ARE a murderer I don't care.
I won't stand by and see 'em get you after what you have done for me. I
don't believe you're a murderer anyhow. You're a good boy. My boy would
be about as old and as big as you by now--if he lives. He ran away a
long time ago--maybe you've met him. His name's Eddie--Eddie Shorter. I
ain't heard from him fer years.

"No," she went on, "I don't believe what they said--you got too good
a face; but if you are a murderer you get out now before they come an'
I'll send 'em on a wild-goose chase in the wrong direction."

"But these," said Billy. "We can't leave these here."

"Tie 'em up and give me the shotgun," she said. "I'll bet they don't
come any more funny business on me." She had regained both her composure
and her nerve by this time.

Together Billy and Bridge trussed up the two tramps. An elephant
couldn't have forced the bonds they placed upon them. Then they carried
them down cellar and when they had come up again Mrs. Shorter barred the
cellar door.

"I reckon they won't get out of there very fast," she said. "And now you
two boys run along. Got