_I'll tell you_...." * * * * * In the aspen grove up the slope of Sage Valley Columbine and Wilson were sitting on a log.

Whatever had been their discourse, it had left Moore with head bowed in his hands, and with Columbine staring with sad eyes that did not see what they looked at.

Columbine's mind then seemed a dull blank.

Suddenly she started.
"Wils!" she cried.

"Did you hear--anything ?" "No," he replied, wearily raising his head.
"I thought I heard a shot," said Columbine.