That voice--careless, debonair, half-laughing--awoke deep echoes in her heart.
A moment later Warden came calmly round the corner, his great figure looming gigantic in that confined space.
He held out his hand.

"I'm sorry you've had a fright.

I fired that shot.
It was a signal to the men to line up for inspection." He spoke with the utmost frankness, yet it came to Dot with an intuition she could not doubt that Hill did not believe him.

He returned the revolver to his pocket, but he kept a hold upon it, and he made no movement to take the hand Warden offered.
"We came to inspect the mine, not the men," he said, shortly.

"Go back and tell them to clear out!" Dot, mutely watching, saw Warden's brows go up.