make this mistake, never dreamed of such a possibility. I'm not
Guy at all. I am Burke Ranger--his cousin. And let me tell you at
once, we are not much alike now--whatever we have been in the past.
Here, don't faint! Sit down!"

He shifted his hand from her shoulder to her elbow, and supported
her to a chair. But she remained upon her feet, her white face
upraised, gazing at him--gazing at him.

"Not Guy! Not Guy!" She said it over and over as if to convince
herself. Then: "But where is Guy?" She clutched at his arm
desperately, for all her world was shaking. "Are you going to tell
me he is--dead?"

"No." Burke Ranger spoke with steady eyes looking straight into
hers. "He is not."

"Then why--then why--" She could get no further. She stopped,
gasping. His face swam blurred before her quivering vision,--Guy's
face, yet with an inexplicable something in it that was not Guy.

"Sit down!" he said again, and put her with quiet insistence into
the chair. "Wait till you have had something to eat! Then we'll
have a talk and decide what had better be done."

She was shivering from head to foot, but she faced him still. "I
can't eat," she said through white lips. "I can't do anything
till--till I know--all there is to know."

He stood looking down at her. The fingers of his right hand were