“You keep perfectly still—­you mustn’t say nothin’ ’til you’ve rested.  Everythin’s all right an’ you needn’t worry a bit.”  But then seeing that he chafed at this, she added:  “Well, then, I’ll tell you all there is to know.”  And then followed an account of the happenings of that night.  It was not a thoroughly truthful tale, for in her narrative she told him only what she thought was necessary and good for him to know, keeping the rest to herself.  And when she had related all that there was to tell she insisted upon his going to sleep again, giving him no opportunity whatsoever to speak, since she left his bedside after drawing the curtains.

Unwillingly the man lay back and tried to force himself to be patient; but he fretted at the enforced quietude and, as a result, sleep refused to come to him.  From time to time he could hear the Girl moving noiselessly about the room.  The knowledge that she was there gave him a sense of security, and he began to let his thoughts dwell upon her.  No longer did he doubt but what she was a real influence now; and the thought had the effect of making him keenly alive to what his life had been.  It was not a pleasant picture that he looked back upon, now that he had caught a glimpse of what life might mean with the Girl at his side.  From the moment that he had taken her in his arms he realised to the full that his cherished dream had come true; he realised, also, that there was now but one answer to the question of keeping to the oath given to his father, and that was that gratitude—­for he had guessed rightly, though she had not told him, that she had saved him from capture by the Sheriff and his posse—­demanded that he should put an end to his vocation and devote his life henceforth to making her happy.

Once or twice while thus communing with himself he fancied that he heard voices.  It seemed to him that he recognised Nick’s voice.  But whoever it was, he spoke in whispers, and though the wounded man strove to hear, he was unsuccessful.

After a while he heard the door close and then the tension was somewhat relaxed, for he knew that she was keeping his presence in her cabin a secret with all the wiles of a clever and loving woman.  And more and more he determined to gain an honoured place for her in some community—­an honoured place for himself and her.  Vague, very vague, of course, were the new purposes and plans that had so suddenly sprang up because of her influence, but the desire to lead a clean life had touched his heart, and since his old calling had never been pleasing to him, he did not for a moment doubt his ability to succeed.