dded, glancing aside into her face, "but can promise every
attention."

Her eyes sought Hamlin where he stood straight and motionless,
respectfully waiting an opportunity to speak.

"Is--is this what I ought to do?" she questioned, leaning toward him.
"I am so confused I hardly know what is best."

"Why, of course," broke in the Lieutenant hastily. "You may trust me
to advise."

"But my question was addressed to Sergeant Hamlin," she interposed,
never glancing aside. "He understands the situation better than you."

The Sergeant held his hat in his hand, his eyes meeting her own
frankly, but with a new light in them. She had not forgotten now the
danger was over; she meant him to realize her friendship.

"It seems to me the only safe course for you to take, Miss McDonald,"
he said slowly, endeavoring to keep the note of triumph out of his
voice. "Your father is perfectly safe, and will join you within a few
days. I would not dare attempt your protection farther west."

"You are not going with us then?" she questioned in surprise.

"Not if Lieutenant Gaskins will furnish me with horse and rifle. I
must report at Union, and, on the way, tell your father where you are."

"But the danger! oh, you mustn't attempt such a ride alone!"

"That is nothing; the valley is swept clean, and I shall do most of my
riding at night. Any plainsman could do the trick--hey, Sam?"

Wasson nodded, chewing solemnly on the tobacco in his cheek.

"He 'll make the trip all right, miss," he drawled lazily. "Wish I was
goin' long. I 'm sure tired o' this sorter scoutin', I am. Down below
the Cimarron is the only place ye 'll have ter watch out close,
'Brick.' Them Comanches an' Apaches are the worst lot."

"I know--night riders themselves, but I know the trail. Can you outfit
me, Lieutenant?"

Gaskins smiled grimly, but with no trace of humor. His eyes were upon
the girl, still leaning over her pommel.

"I 'll outfit you all right," he said brusquely, "and with no great
regret, either. And I shall report finding you here in disobedience to
orders."

"Very well, sir."

Molly's brown eyes swept to the Lieutenant's face, her form
straightening in the saddle, her lips pressed tightly together.
Gaskins fronted the Sergeant, stung into anger by the man's quiet
response.

"I shall prefer charges, you understand," almost savagely. "Helm, give
this fellow that extra rifle, and ammunition belt. McMasters, you will
let hi