"Yes."

He seated her again in the chair beside the table and sat down opposite
her.

"Will you tell me who you are?"

She hesitated, twisting her fingers nervously in a silken strand of her
hair. "Will you?" he persisted.

"If I tell you who I am," she said at last, "you will know who is
threatening your life."

He stated at her in astonishment.

"The devil, you say!" The words slipped from his lips before he could
stop them. For a second time the girl rose from her chair.

"You will go?" she entreated. "You will go to-morrow?"

Her hand was on the latch of the door.

"You will go?"

He had risen, and was lighting a cigar over the chimney of the lamp.
Laughing, he came toward her.

"Yes, surely I am going--to see you safely home." Suddenly he turned
back to the lounge and belted on his revolver and holster. When he