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He looked at her with hard, narrowed eyes "It will be returned, will it? When?"

"To-day Within a few hours"

"Who is going to return it?"

Moya had it on the tip of her tongue to tell, but pulled up in tio into that"

The American looked at his watch The hands showed the hour to be 2:30 If the money was to be returned that day someone must already be on the ith it He had seen his cousin, Captain Kilmeny, take the Gunnison road in a trap not half an hour earlier

"So the captain is taking it back to-day?" he mused aloud, wary eyes on Moya's face

A startled expression leaped to her countenance She had told more than she had intended "I didn't say so"

"I say so"

Beneath his steady gaze her lashes fell He nodded, sure that he had guessed correctly

"I intended to have a talk with you and straighten out sos," he went on "But I find I haven't time now We'll postpone it till to-"

"No," she told him

The wave of hope had ebbed in her Given the opportunity to explain the evidence against hi with the stolen ood na Remember It's important I want to see you alone If I'm not on time wait for me"

That was his last word He bowed, turned away almost at a run, and was lost in the s horse Aup Red Rock cañon He was following the cutoff trail that led to Gunnison

She wondered as taking hied his mind He had told her calmly she must meet him here to-morrow, and if he were late for the appointer belief She would show hie and face Lady Jim Even then she would not see him Why should she, since he hat he was?

Ah, but that was the crux of the whole matter! To look at him was to feel that whatever his faults they were not despicable ones He was alive, so very much alive, and the look of him was that which an honest man should have Had he proved his innocence and been released? Or had he broken prison, an alternative of which he was quite capable? And, guilty or innocent, what could be the explanation of his extraordinary demand that she should turn over to him the stolen money?