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Toward sunset she grew tired of waiting, and hungry, besides, so

she went into the cabin and prepared her own lance for Joan to see thatThe ht

of Joan absolutely surprised hiotten his prisoner Then, whatever his

obsession, he looked like a ht

of her and as sorry to behold her there He apologized that her

supper had not been provided for her and explained that he had

forgotten The e--the issue was not

yet settled He spoke gently Suddenly he had that thoughtfuleakness in hi her hands "It's

too late I CAN'T lose youBut the--OTHER WAY--isn't too late!"

"What way? What do you ht?" he whispered, hoarsely

"I swear I'll marry you--and become an honest man To-morroill be

too late!Will you?"

Joan shook her head She was sorry for him When he talked like this

he was not Kells, the bandit She could not resist a strange

agitation at the intensity of his e blood, aze found her, he seerip of a

hopeless love for her

"Speak, Joan!" he said, with his hands tightening and his brow