There's something wrong here," she said, with mounting dread in the swift glance she shot from man to man.

"Oh! You're--Sheriff Burley!" she gasped.
"I reckon I am, miss, an' if young Moore's a friend of yours I'm sorry I came," replied Burley.
Wade himself reacted subtly and thrillingly to the presence of the girl.
She was alive, keen, strung, growing white, with darkening eyes of blue fire, beginning to grasp intuitively the meaning here.
"My friend! He _was_ more than that--not long ago....

What has he done?
Why are you here ?" "Miss, I'm arrestin' him." "Oh!...

For what ?" "Rustlin' your father's cattle." For a moment Columbine was speechless.

Then she burst out, "Oh, there's a terrible mistake!" "Miss Columbine, I shore hope so," replied Burley, much embarrassed and distressed.