her husband in town, maybe?"

"No, sir. Clancy's all right: he was caught last evening, and hadn't
time to get more'n half drunk before they lodged him. Lootenant Hayne
got him, sir. They had him afore a justice of the peace early this
morning--"

"Yes, I know all that. What I want is _Mrs._ Clancy. What has become of
her?"

"Faith, I don't know, sir, but the women in Sudsville they all say she's
run away, sir,--taken her money and gone. She's afraid of Clancy's
peaching on her."

"By heavens! the thing is clearing itself!" exclaimed Rayner to his
gasping and wild-eyed wife. "I must go to the colonel at once with his
news." And away he went.

And then again, as the orderly retired, and the sisters were left alone,
Nellie Travers with trembling lips asked the question,--

"Have I done so much harm, after all, Kate?"

"Oh, Nellie! Nellie! forgive me, for I have been nearly mad with
misery!" was Mrs. Rayner's answer, as she burst into a fresh paroxysm of
tears. "That--that woman has--has told me fearful lies."

There was a strange scene that day at Warrener when, towards noon, two
carriages drove out from town and, entering the east gate, rolled over
towards the guard-house. The soldiers clustered about the barrack
porches and stared at the occupants. In the first--a livery hack from
town--were two sheriff's officers, while cowering on the back seat, his
hat pulled down over his eyes, was poor old Clancy, to whom clung
faithful little Kate. In the rear carriage--Major Waldron's--were Mr.
Hayne, the major, and a civilian whom some of the men had no difficulty
in recognizing as the official charged with the administration of
justice towards offenders against the peace. Many of the soldiers
strolled slowly up the road, in hopes of hearing all about the arrest,
and what it meant, from straggling members of the guard. All knew it
meant something more than a mere "break" on the part of Clancy; all felt
that it had some connection with the long-continued mystery that hung
about the name of Lieutenant Hayne. Then, too, it was being noised
abroad that Mrs. Clancy had "skipped" and between two suns had fled for
parts unknown. _She_ could be overhauled by telegraph if she had left on
either of the night freights or gone down towards Denver by the early
morning passenger-train; it would be easy enough to capture her if she
were "wanted," said the garrison; but what did it mean that Clancy was
pursued by officers of the post