I would have borne it last night, but it was so strange--and"-- she passed her hands over her forehead--"I think I must have been half mad.

But I am not so foolish now." She seemed so broken and despondent that he replied reassuringly: "Perhaps it would be better that I should find another hiding-place for you, until I can dispose of that carcass so that it will not draw dogs after the wolves, and men after THEM.

Besides, your friend the sheriff will probably remember the bear when he remembers anything, and try to get on its track again." "He's a conceited fool," broke in Teresa in a high voice, with a slight return of her old fury, "or he'd have guessed where that shot came from; and," she added in a lower tone, looking down at her limp and nerveless fingers, "he wouldn't have let a poor, weak, nervous wretch like me get away." "But his deputy may put two and two together, and connect your escape with it." Teresa's eyes flashed.

"It would be like the dog, just to save his pride, to swear it was an ambush of my friends, and that he was overpowered by numbers.

Oh yes! I see it all!" she almost screamed, lashing herself into a rage at the bare contemplation of this diminution of her glory.