She who had always been a miracle of neatness was negligently dressed, and her beautiful hair hung in pathetic disorder.
She seated herself and drew Dick to her side.
'Dick,' she said, 'I am in great trouble.' 'Yes,' he answered, 'I know--I'm sorry.' 'And you are my only friend.' 'No fear, Harry Hardy'd do anythin' for you.' 'He cannot, Dick; it is impossible.

He is generous and noble, but he cannot help me.

Dick,' she drew him closer to her side, and held his hand in hers, 'tell me why you would not speak about the gold-stealers and that crime below.

Was it because of me--because you wanted to spare me ?' 'Yes,' he whispered.
'God bless you! God bless you, Dickie!' she said catching him to her heart and kissing his cheek.

'I guessed it.