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"You know that's different Nowhat belongs to another--well, a thief is a thief"

"Right as a rivet, Miss Dwight But you're begging the question Does that ore belong to Dobyans Verinder any more than it does to--well, to Jack Kilo down there and riskit out He----"

"But you don't," interrupted Moya

"Not to-day perhaps--or yesterday But I did last year and the year before that I've brought up in my arms the bodies of men torn to pieces and carried them to their wives and kiddies How about those women and children? Haven't they earned an interest in the reater than that of Mr Verinder, who sits in London and draws the dividends?"

"They are pensioned, aren't they?"

"They are not," returned Jack curtly "The ence If these workmen hadn't taken chances they probably would not have been killed, you see But if they didn't take chances none of thefor their families It is plain how very much to blame they are"

Moya looked across the summits of the hills into the brilliant sunset that lay like a wonderful canvas in the crotch of the peaks A troubled little frown creased her forehead For the first time there had come home to her the injustice of the social system under which she and her friends thrived No adequate answer caainst the young miner, but Moya did not hear what they said

She was unusually silent on the way home Once she looked up and asked Captain Kilmeny a question

"After all, trongs don't irl Life's full of injustice I dare say soot to forget that and sit tight in the seat that's been dealt , he hasn't a leg to stand on"

She sighed "You don't think, do you, that----?"

He answered her broken sentence "Don't know He doesn't play the gaossip about hirateful look and fell again into silence She wished she feltshe had read an editorial in one of the local papers warning theat any cost, even if sorant offenders had to be sent to the penitentiary That such a fate could befall Jack Kilers should choose hiuilty?