in, and sat still, hoping,
listening, fearing, and wondering when the day would come, until at
last her eyes grew heavy, and it was with a start she roused herself
when a rattle of wheels came up out of the prairie in the early
morning. Then a spume-flecked team swept up to the house, a door
swung open, there was a murmur of voices and a sound of feet that
moved softly in the hall, after which, for what seemed an
interminable time, silence reigned again. At last, when the stealthy
patter of feet recommenced, the girl slipped down the stairway and
came upon Barrington. Still, she could not ask the question that was
trembling on her lips.

"Is there anything I can do?" she said.

Barrington shook his head. "Not now! The doctor is here, and does
not seem very anxious about him. The concussion is not apparently
serious, and his other injuries will not trouble him much."

Maud Barrington said nothing and turned away, sensible of a great
relief, while her aunt entering her room an hour later found her
lying fast asleep, but still dressed as she had last seen her. Then,
being a discerning woman, she went out softly with a curious smile,
and did not at any time mention what she had seen.

It was that evening, and Barrington had departed suddenly on business
to Winnipeg, when Dane rode up to the Grange. He asked for Miss
Barrington and her niece, and when he heard that his comrade was
recovering sensibility, sat down looking very grave.

"I have something to tell you, but Courthorne must not know until he
is better, while I'm not sure that we need tell him then," he said.
"In the meanwhile, I am also inclined to fancy it would be better
kept from Colonel Barrington on his return. It is the first time
anything of the kind has happened at Silverdale, and it would hurt
him horribly, which decided us to come first to you."

"You must be more concise," said Miss Barrington; quietly, and Dane
trifled with the hat in his hand.

"It is," he said, "a most unpleasant thing, and is known to three men
only, of whom I am one. We have also arranged that nobody else will
chance upon what we have discovered. You see, Ferris is
unfortunately connected with you, and his people have had trouble
enough already."

"Ferris?" said Maud Barrington, with a sudden hardening of her face.
"You surely don't mean--"

Dane nodded. "Yes," he said reluctantly. "I'm afraid I do. Now, if
you will listen to me for a minute or two."

He