So I headed a few of the boys over in this direction, as I wanted to relieve you of anxiety." She was silent an instant, and the man crossed to the fireplace, where Keith could gain a glimpse of him.

Already suspicious from the familiar sound of his voice, he was not surprised to recognize "Black Bart." The plainsman's fingers gripped the negro's arm, his eyes burning.

So this gambler and blackleg was the gentlemanly Mr.Hawley, was he; well, what could be his little game?
Why had he inveigled the girl into this lonely spot?
And what did he now propose doing with her?
As he crouched there, peering through that convenient crack in the door, Keith completely forgot his own peril, intent only upon this new discovery.

She came slowly around the end of the table, and stood leaning against it, her face clearly revealed in the light of the lamp.

For the first time Keith really perceived its beauty, its fresh charm.