I'm telling you because otherwise my relation to Steele yesterday would not be plain.

Now, if you and Sally will use this blanket, make yourselves more comfortable seats, I'll begin my story." Miss Sampson allowed me to arrange a place for her where she could rest at ease, but Sally returned to my side and stayed there.

She was an enigma to-day--pale, brooding, silent--and she never looked at me except when my face was half averted.
"Well," I began, "night before last Steele and I lay hidden among the rocks near the edge of town, and we listened to and watched the destruction of Steele's house.

It had served his purpose to leave lights burning, to have shadows blow across the window-blinds, and to have a dummy in his bed.

Also, he arranged guns to go off inside the house at the least jar.