Vy I not kill you ?--hey ?" Miss Norvell met her fiercely threatening look, her single step of advance, without tremor or lowering of the eyes.

She even released her grasp upon the uplifted knife, as if in utter contempt.

For a moment they confronted each other, and then, as suddenly as she had broken into flame, the excitable young Mexican burst into tears.

As though this unexpected exhibition of feeling had inspired the action, the other as quickly decided upon her course.
"Listen to me, girl," she exclaimed gravely, again grasping the lowered knife hand.

"I am going to trust you implicitly.