XXXIV HER STORY.
XXXV THE DEAD MAN.
XXXVI THE LAST STAND.
XXXVII THE MYSTERY SOLVED.
XXXVIII THE COMING OF THE NIGHT.




ILLUSTRATIONS


She paused in the doorway, an exceedingly pretty picture.

"I won't stand this! You're hiding something. Is this Yank anything to
you?"

I forced the door shut, and stood with my back against it, the black
muzzle of my Colt staring them in the eyes.

"I--I will listen," she said falteringly, "to all you have to say".

We worked like fiends, firing as rapidly as we could lay hands to
weapons.




LOVE UNDER FIRE