When Helen had said good-by to the Dean, with a promise to come again on the morrow, and he had turned back toward the house, she said to her companion, "Oh, Larry, I am so glad for this opportunity; I wanted to see you alone, and I couldn't think how it was to be managed.

I have something to tell you, Larry, something that I _must_ tell you, and you must promise to be very patient with me." "You know what happened this morning, do you ?" he asked gravely, for he thought from her words that she had, perhaps, chanced to hear of some further action to be taken by the suspicious cattlemen.
"It was terrible--terrible, Larry.

Why didn't you tell them who you are?
Why did you let them--" she could not finish.
He laughed shortly.

"It would have been such a sinful waste of words.
Can't you imagine me trying to make those men believe such a fairy story--under such circumstances ?" For a little they walked in silence; then he asked, "Is it about Jim Reid's suspicion that you wanted to see me, Helen ?" "No, Larry, it isn't.

It's about Kitty," she answered.
"Oh!" "Kitty told me all about it, to-day," Helen continued.