He's never out of trouble." Hilma gasped, her eyes widening till the full round of the pupil was disclosed.

Instantly, a certain, inexplicable guiltiness overpowered her with incredible confusion.

Her hands trembled as she pressed the bundle of cresses into a hard ball between her palms.
Annixter continued to talk.

He was disturbed and excited himself at this unexpected meeting.

Never through all the past winter months of strenuous activity, the fever of political campaigns, the harrowing delays and ultimate defeat in one law court after another, had he forgotten the look in Hilma's face as he stood with one arm around her on the floor of his barn, in peril of his life from the buster's revolver.