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India and Moya were on the veranda when the captain drove up One glance at his gri

"I've been held up," he said simply

"Held up!"

"Robbed--with a rifle within reach of asped India

Moya, white to the lips, said nothing A premonition of the truth clutched icily at her heart

"Around a bend about three miles from Gunnison He ordered me to throw out the satchel with the money I did as I was told"

"He had you covered with a weapon?" asked India

"With a rifle--yes"

"Did you--recognize him?" Moya's throat was dry, so that her question came almost in a whisper

The captain's eyes met hers steadily "He stayed in the bushes, so that I didn't see his body well He was masked"

"But you knoho it was Tell me"

Ned Kilmeny was morally certain of the identity of the robber He could all but swear to the voice, and surely there were not two allant poise of the head