of fate had reached out and snatched her into this ring. She knew that
Gilbert could meet the situation as seemingly unconcerned as she. There was
nothing at all to fear.

He was their host, and he greeted them as only a good host knows how.
Fortunately, Morgan wanted to go directly to his room. He was cross and
tired, he said, and he desired to freshen up.

She got out of the car, and "Red" rattled down to the home-made garage a
few rods away.

They were alone; and they stood there in the path for a moment, looking
into each other's eyes.

"He is my husband," Lucia then found herself saying. "I am now Mrs. Pell."

"What are we going to do?" Gilbert asked. He had the face of a dreamer, she
thought. The steel-gray eyes were full of fire and longing. What had these
few years done to him?

"We are going to do nothing at all. What _is_ there to do? We shall not be
here many days. If you'd rather we went back to Bisbee...."

"Oh, no! That would only make an issue of nothing. He doesn't know
anything? You're sure? Oh, Lucia!" He seemed suddenly overcome at their
amazing meeting.

She saw that she would have to be the mistress of the situation.
"Don't--don't, Gilbert," she begged. "I am just a guest of yours."