trails died under them and rocks rose steeply, they walked, she and one
man. The other stayed with the horses. Not once did she hear a man's
voice; she did not know whether it was Trevors himself, or Quinnion, or
some utter stranger who forced her into this hiding.

They had climbed cliffs, now going down into chasms, now following
roaring creeks or making their way along the spine of some rocky ridge.
The one man with her was masked, his eyes rather guessed at than seen
through the slits of his bandanna handkerchief. He had jerked the
bandage from her eyes, since blindfolded she would make such poor
progress. But still he guarded his tongue.

"He would speak," she thought, "but that I would recognize his voice.
Trevors or Quinnion? Which?"

Feeling the first quick spurt of hope when she saw that there was but
one man to deal with, she was aquiver to seize the first opportunity
for flight. But that hope died swiftly as she recognized that no such
opportunity was to be granted her. Once she paused, looking to a
possible leap over a low ledge and escape in a thick bit of timber.
But the two eyes through the slits in the improvised mask had been keen
and quick, a heavy hand was laid on her arm, she felt the fingers bite
into her flesh as he sought to drive into her a full comprehension of
his grim determination that she should not escape.

It was when they had clambered high upon a mass of tumbled boulders,
topping a ridge, that Judith had seen the man's face. Docilely she had
obeyed his gestures for an hour; now, suddenly maddened at the silence
and the mask over his face, she sprang unexpectedly upon him, shoving
him from the rock on which he had stepped, snatching off his mask as
she did so. For the first time she heard his voice, cursing her coolly
as he gripped and held her.

It was Bayne Trevors, at last come out the open, his eyes hard on hers.

"It's just as well that you know whom you are up against," he said as
he held her with his hand heavy on her shrinking shoulder.

Summoning all of the reckless fearlessness which was her birthright,
she laughed at him coolly, laughed as the two stood against the
sky-line, upon the barren breast of a lonesome land.

"So you are a fool, after all, Bayne Trevors!" she jeered at him.
"Fool enough to mix first-hand in a dangerous undertaking."

Trevors shrugged.

"Yes?" He slipped the handkerchief into his pocket and stared at her
with a glint of anger in the