ed in
either hand, his face set and stern. Then she saw Westcott, and her
whole expression changed. An instant their eyes met; then the revolver
fell to the floor unnoticed, and the girl sprang toward him, both hands
outstretched.

"You!" she cried, utterly giving way, forgetful of all else except the
sense of relief the recognition brought her. "You! Oh! Now I know it
is all right! I was so sure you would come."

He caught the extended hands eagerly, drawing her close, and looking
straight down into the depths of her uplifted eyes. To him, at that
moment, there was no one else in the room, no one else in the wide,
wide world.

"You knew I would come?" he echoed. "You believed that much in me?"

"Yes; I have never had a doubt. I told him so; that if we could only
hold out long enough we would be saved. But," her lips quivered, and
there were tears glistening in the uplifted eyes, "you came too late
for him."

"For him? The man who was with you, you mean? Has he been shot?"

She bent her head, the lips refusing to answer.

"Who was he?"

"Mr. Cavendish--oh!"

It was a cry of complete reaction; the room reeled about her and she
would have fallen headlong had not Westcott clasped the slender form
closely in his arms. An instant he stood there gazing down into her
face. Then he turned toward Brennan.

"Leave us alone, Dan," he said simply. "Get that gang of blacklegs out
of here."

CHAPTER XXXII: IN THE TWO CABINS

The marshal's lips smiled.

"Sure, Jim," he drawled, "anything to oblige, although this is a new
one on me. Come on, Matt; it seems the gentleman does not wish to be
disturbed---- Well, neither would I under such circumstances. Here
you! line up there in single file, and get a move on you--pronto! Show
'em what I mean, Matt; put that guy that talks English at the head----
Yes, he's the one. Now look here, _amigo_, you march straight out
through that door, and head for the bunk-house--do you get that?"

"_Si, senor_; I savvy!"

"Well, you better; tell those fellows that if one of 'em makes a break
he's goin' ter be a dead Mex--will yer? Get to the other side of them,
Matt; now step ahead--not too fast."

Westcott watched the procession file out, still clasping the partially
unconscious girl in his arms. Moore, bringing up the rear, disappeared
through the entrance, and vanished into the night without. Except for
the three motionless bodies, they were alone. The l