He opened his eyes and found that he was on the couch indoors.

A glance at the clock told him that it was six, and from the direction the sun's rays streamed into the room he knew that it was morning.

At first he puzzled over something untoward he was sure had happened.

Then on the wall he saw a Stetson hat hanging, and beneath it a full cartridge-belt and a long-barrelled 38 Colt's revolver.

The slender girth of the belt told its feminine story, and he remembered the whale-boat of the day before and the gray eyes that flashed beneath the level brows.