rom the old life! As she closed her eyes and
put away from her the events of the day, old scenes came back with a
clearness that they had not worn for many years. The old houses; the
quiet, cultured, elderly men and women, the gayer young ones, herself and
Hard among them; the dinners, dances, concerts; the summer days on the
water, and the rides--all came back as though they had been but yesterday,
and all on account of this one man who had played so important a part in
them.

She realized, as she lay there in the darkness, that without putting the
thought clearly, she had had deeply imbedded in her mind the idea that she
would see him or hear something about him when she went back to Boston.
She was not in love with him, but she had never forgotten him and she
would never feel about him as she did about so many of the others who had
played parts in her old life. Soothed by the thought, she drifted into a
calm and restful sleep.

Polly, however, was too unskilled in the management of her thoughts to be
able to relax at will. She lay quietly, so as not to disturb the other
woman, but her mind was whirling. She lived again each event of the past
two days; the raid on the mine, the ride with Pachuca, his escape, the
trip to Casa Grande, and the growing companionship with Scott--the look
she had surprised in his eyes only an hour ago when she had stood with him
on the veranda, looking at the distant mountains; and then the dreadful
minutes spent behind the bushes, listening to the guns of the attacking
Yaquis.

"And I thought a golf tournament was exciting!" she said, smiling in the
dark. Softly she rose and crept to the window. It was very beautiful out
there; mountains, hills, bushes, all a study in absolute stillness. The
only sound that came to her ears was the howl of a wolf in the distance.

"Coming in at just the right moment," smiled the girl. "What a country for
effects! Oh dear, I believe I could sleep out there in the hammock if it
wasn't too chilly."

Taking the couch cover over her arm she crept softly out of the door and
out on to the veranda where the hammock swayed gently in the breeze. Polly
adjusted herself in it with care; a fall would bring all the occupants of
the house out with a bound.

"First they'd bound and then they'd fuss," she said to herself. "I don't
want to be fussed at, I just want to snatch a few winks out under this
gorgeous sky. I don't understand how when skies and stars and mount