"That was fine!" she said to herself. "Most men in his place wouldn't
care, so long as the work was done, and done quickly. I wonder
if--oh, you startled me!"

It was Mr. Somerville Darrah again, clothed upon and in his right
mind; otherwise the mind of a master of men who will brook neither
defeat at the hands of an antagonist nor disobedience on the part of
his following. He was scowling fiercely across at the Utah activities
when she spoke, but at her exclamation the frown softened into a smile
for his favorite niece.

"Startled you, eh? Pahdon me, my deah Virginia. But as I am about to
startle some one else, perhaps you would better go in to your aunt."

She put a hand on his arm. "Please let me stay out here, Uncle
Somerville," she said. "I'll be good and not get in the way."

He shook his head, in deprecation rather than in refusal.

"An officer will be here right soon now to make an arrest. There may
be a fight, or at least trouble of a sort you wouldn't care to see, my
deah."

"Is it--is it Mr. Winton?" she asked.

He nodded.

"What has he been doing--besides being 'The Enemy'?"