bet any criminal, or harbour any
malefactor."

The girl's features were expressionless. The passive, sullen beauty of
her troubled the trooper.

"Trouble for Clinch means sorrow for you," he said. "I don't want you
to be unhappy. I bear Clinch no ill will. For this reason I ask him,
and I ask you too, to stand clear of this affair.

"Hal Smith is wanted. I'm here to take him."

As she said nothing, he looked down at the foot-print in the sphagnum.
Then his eyes moved to the next imprint; to the next. Then he moved
slowly along the water's edge, tracking the course of the man he was
following.

The girl watched him in silence until the plain trail led him to the
spruce thicket.

"Don't go in there!" she said sharply, with an odd tremor in her voice.

He turned and looked at her, then stepped calmly into the thicket. And
the next instant she was among the spruces, too, confronting him with
her rifle.

"Get out of these woods!" she said.

He looked into the girl's deathly white face.

"Eve," he said, "it will go hard with you if you kill me, I don't want
you to live out your life in prison."

"I can't help it. If you send my father to prison he'll die. I'd
rather die myself. Let us alone, I tell you! The man you're after is
nothing to us. We didn't know he had stuck up anybody!"

"If he's nothing to you, why do you point that rifle at me?"

"I tell you his is nothing to us. But my father wouldn't betray a dog.
And I won't. That's all. Now get out of these woods and come back
to-morrow. Nobody'll interfere with you then."

Stormont smiled: "Eve," he said, "do you really think me as yellow as
that?"

Her blue eyes flashed a terrible warning, but, in the same instant, he
had caught her rifle, twisting it out of her grasp as it exploded.

The detonation dazed her; then, as he flung the rifle into the water,
she caught him by neck and belt and flung him bodily into the spruces.

But she fell with him; he held her twisting and struggling with all her
superb and supple strength; staggered to his feet, still mastering her;
and, as she struggled, sobbing, locked hot and panting in his arms, he
snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists and flung her aside.

She fell on both knees, got up, shoulder deep in spruce, blood running
from her lip over her chin.

The trooper took her by the arm. She was trembling all over. He took a
thin steel chain and padlock from his pocket, passed the links arou