ght Miss Mayfield, of his yesterday's experience with the
deputy-sheriff.

Such was her rapid deduction. Nevertheless, after the fashion of her
sex, she immediately began to argue from quite another hypothesis.

"You are angry with me, Mr. Jeff."

"What, I--Miss Mayfield?"

"Yes, you!"

"Miss Mayfield!"

"Oh yes, you are. Don't deny it?"

"Upon my soul--"

"Yes! You give me punishments and--penances!"

Jeff opened his blue eyes on his tormentor. Could Aunt Sally have been
saying anything?

"If anybody, Miss Mayfield--" he began.

"Nobody but you. Look here!"

She extended her little hand with a smile. In the centre of her palm lay
four shining double B SHOT.

"There! I found those in my slipper this morning!" Jeff was speechless.

"Of course YOU did it! Of course it was YOU who found my slipper!" said
Miss Mayfield, laughing. "But why did you put shot in it, Mr. Jeff? In
some Catholic countries, when people have done wrong, the priests make
them do penance by walking with peas in their shoes! What have I ever
done to you? And why SHOT? They're ever so much harder than peas."

Seeing only the mischievous, laughing face before him, and the open palm
containing the damning evidence of the broken Eley's cartridge, Jeff
stammered out the truth.

"I found the slipper in the bear-skin, Miss Mayfield. I put it in my
trunk to keep, thinking yer wouldn't miss it, and it's being a kind
of remembrance after you're gone away--of--of the night you came here.
Somebody moved the trunk in my room," and he hung his head here. "The
things inside all got mixed up."

"And that made you change your mind about keeping it?" said Miss
Mayfield, still smiling.

"No, miss."

"What was it, then?"

"I gave it back to you, Miss Mayfield, because I was going away."

"Indeed! Where?"

"I'm going to find another location. Maybe you've noticed," he
continued, falling back into his old apologetic manner in spite of his
pride of resolution--"maybe you've noticed that this place here has no
advantages for a hotel."

"I had not, indeed. I have been very comfortable."

"Thank you, miss."

"When do you go?"

"To-night."

For all his pride and fixed purpose he could not help looking eagerly in
her face. Miss Mayfield's eyes met his pleasantly and quietly.

"I'm sorry to part with you so soon," she said, as she stepped back a
pace or two with folded hands. "Of course every moment of your time now
is occupied. You must not