"Only the ironwork is left, sir."

"So I thought; exceedingly sorry, Miss McDonald. The ladies at Dodge
will have to fit you out when we get in. I am a bachelor, you know,"
he added, glancing aside into her face, "but can promise every
attention."

Her eyes sought Hamlin where he stood straight and motionless,
respectfully waiting an opportunity to speak.

"Is--is this what I ought to do?" she questioned, leaning toward him.
"I am so confused I hardly know what is best."

"Why, of course," broke in the Lieutenant hastily. "You may trust me
to advise."

"But my question was addressed to Sergeant Hamlin," she interposed,
never glancing aside. "He understands the situation better than you."

The Sergeant held his hat in his hand, his eyes meeting her own
frankly, but with a new light in them. She had not forgotten now the
danger was over; she meant him to realize her friendship.

"It seems to me the only safe course for you to take, Miss McDonald,"
he said slowly, endeavoring to keep the note of triumph out of his
voice. "Your father is perfectly safe, and will join you within a few
days. I would not dare attempt your protection farther west."

"You are not going with us then?" she questioned in surprise.