Has not this gun-man some special mission here ?" Jane maintained silence.
"Tell me," ordered Bishop Dyer, sharply.
"Yes," she replied.
"Do you know what it is ?" "Yes." "Tell me that." "Bishop Dyer, I don't want to tell." He waved his hand in an imperative gesture of command.

The red once more leaped to his face, and in his steel-blue eyes glinted a pin-point of curiosity.
"That first day," whispered Jane, "Lassiter said he came here to find--Milly Erne's grave!" With downcast eyes Jane watched the swift flow of the amber water.

She saw it and tried to think of it, of the stones, of the ferns; but, like her body, her mind was in a leaden vise.

Only the Bishop's voice could release her.

Seemingly there was silence of longer duration than all her former life.
"For what--else ?" When Bishop Dyer's voice did cleave the silence it was high, curiously shrill, and on the point of breaking.