He stooped and peered intently into the face of the wounded bandit.

"By George!" "What's up ?" "As I live, Mr.Crow, this fellow was one of the gang that abducted Rosalie Gray last winter.

I can swear to it.

Don't you remember the one she tried to intercede for?
Briggs! That's it! Briggs!" The injured man slowly opened his eyes as the name was half shouted.

A sickly grin spread slowly over his pain-racked face.
"She tried to intercede fer me, did she ?" he murmured weakly.