litter of suspicion in his eyes was growing brighter every second.
"It's plain to me as how you've passed many a day thar in them
mountings. Thar's somethin' bound up in yer past as has egged you on
ag'in me. I wants to know what that thing is--I wants to know just who
an' what ye air!"

"It's easy enough to show who Horace Holton is," the man said,
blustering, but he was very ill at ease. "What do I care what you want?"
And then he made a slip. "You can't bring no proof--" he began, but
caught himself.

Madge had been watching him with new intentness. The excitement of the
moment may have sharpened the girl's wits, or, possibly, its hint of
peril may have brought to Holton's face some detail of expression,
which, during recent weeks, had not before appeared upon it.

"But I kin," she said, slowly. "I war right in what I thought when I
first saw you in th' mountings. I _had_ seen your face afore!"

"Don't you dare say that!" cried Holton, stepping toward her angrily.
The man who had been the accuser, was, strangely, now, quite plainly,
half at bay.

"That look ag'in!" the girl said, studying his face. "That look war
printed on my baby brain!"

"Silence, I say!" cried Holton, now badly frightened. He had not
counted on this recognition.

"Never!" the girl said boldly. She was certain, now, as she looked at
him, that the suspicion which had flashed into her mind was accurate.
Her cheeks paled and she stepped toward him with set face, clenched
hands. Every fibre in her thrilled with horror of him, every drop of
blood in her young body cried for vengeance on him. "I'll rouse th'
world ag'in ye!" she exclaimed, so tensely that even Lorey looked at her
with alarmed amazement. "I'll rouse th' world ag'in ye, for I'm standin'
face to face with my own father's murderer--Lem Lindsay!"

"Lem Lindsay!" said Joe, wonderingly, and then, with the expression on
his face of a wild-beast about to spring upon his prey: "At last!"

Holton shrank away from them in terror which he could not hide. His
bravado was all gone. He was, no longer, the accuser, but, with the
mention of that name, had changed places with Joe Lorey and become the
fugitive, shrinking, alarmed.

"'Sh! Don't speak that name!" he pleaded. He made no effort at denial.
There was that in the girl's eyes which told him that her recognition
had been absolute. "I've been hidin' it for years." He spoke pleadingly.
"Look hyar. I've got everythin' that heart can wish.