"What's the matter?
Anything wrong with Sibyl or Myra Willard?
What brings you up here, this time of night ?" Aaron King heard the questions with sinking heart.

But so certain had he come to feel that the girl would be at the Station, that he said mechanically, as he dropped wearily from his horse to grasp his friend's hand, "I followed Sibyl.

How long has she been here ?" Brian Oakley spoke quickly; "Sibyl is not here, Aaron." The artist caught the Ranger's arm.

"Do you mean, Brian, that she has not been here to-day ?" "She has not been here," returned the officer, coolly.
"Good God!" exclaimed the other, stunned and bewildered by the positive words.

Blindly, he turned toward his horse.
Brian Oakley, stepping forward, put his hand on the artist's shoulder.
"Come, old man, pull yourself together and let a little light in on this matter," he said calmly.