heart was filled with a passionate longing to stand by his dear love in
defiance of everything. Casey, looking down upon him, noted the
convulsive movements of his clenched hands, and said with a laugh:

'Sure, 'twould be sorrer an' torinint fer that same Shine if you laid
thim hands on him now, me boy.'

Harry started to his feet and commenced to fondle the trooper's horse,
fearing to follow the train of thought that had possessed him lest he
should betray himself. Shortly after Sergeant Monk returned.

'No go,' he said. 'Anything turned up here, Casey?'

'Niver a shmell av anythin', sor,' answered the trooper.

'Well, we can raise this siege, Hardy. That boy was mistaken, sure
enough.'

'If he wasn't having a game with us,' answered Harry.

'Urn, yes; that's likely enough among these young heathens of Waddy. But
Downy will be here again in the morning; we'll see what he makes of it.'

Harry followed the police as they rode away, and returned slowly to his
home. His anxiety for Chris's sake, and his profound sympathy for her,
did not serve to quell the wild elation dancing in his veins, the
triumphal spirit awakened by the knowledge of her love and fired by her
kisses.

Chris, sitting alone in the house, her face buried in her hands, felt,