It was a dramatic moment. Yet not so dramatic as the outcome. To
my surprise, neither won.

Suddenly she caught sight of her husband. Her face changed. All
the prehistoric jealousy of which woman is capable seemed to blaze
forth.

"I will defend myself!" she cried. "I will fight back! She shall
not win--she shall not have you--no--she shall not--never!"

I recalled the strained feeling between the two women that I had
noticed in the cab. Was it Mrs. Langhorne who had been the
disturbing influence, whose power she feared, over herself and
over her husband?

Rapport had fallen back a step, but not from the mind of Kennedy.

"Here," challenged Craig, facing the group and drawing from his
pocket the glass ampoule, "I picked this up at the Red Lodge last
night."

He held it out in his hand before the Rapports so that they could
not help but see it. Were they merely good actors? They betrayed
nothing, at least by face or action.

"It is crotalin," he announced, "the venom of the rattlesnake--
crotalus horridus. It has been noticed that persons suffering from
certain diseases of which epilepsy is one, after having been
bitten by a rattlesnake, if they recover from the snake bite, are