“Answer me, woman!  Is that Low’s cabin?”

“It is.”

“Who occupies it besides?”

“I do.”

“And who else?”

“Well,” drawled Teresa slowly, with an extravagant affectation of modesty, “nobody else but us, I reckon.  Two’s company, you know, and three’s none.”

“Stop!  Will you swear that there isn’t a young girl, his—­his sweetheart—­concealed there with you?”

The fire in Teresa’s eye was genuine as she answered steadily, “Well, it ain’t my style to put up with that sort of thing; at least, it wasn’t over at Yolo, and you know it, Jim Dunn, or I wouldn’t be here.”

“Yes, yes,” said Dunn hurriedly.  “But I’m a d—­d fool, or worse, the fool of a fool.  Tell me, Teresa, is this man Low your lover?”

Teresa lowered her eyes as if in maidenly confusion.  “Well, if I’d known that you had any feeling of your own about it—­if you’d spoken sooner—­”

“Answer me, you devil!”

“He is.”

“And he has been with you here—­yesterday—­to-night?”

“He has.”

“Enough.”  He laughed a weak, foolish laugh, and, turning pale, suddenly lapsed against a tree.  He would have fallen, but with a quick instinct Teresa sprang to his side, and supported him gently to a root.  The action over, they both looked astounded.

“I reckon that wasn’t much like either you or me,” said Dunn slowly, “was it?  But if you’d let me drop then you’d have stretched out the biggest fool in the Sierras.”  He paused, and looked at her curiously.  “What’s come over you; blessed if I seem to know you now.”

She was very pale again, and quiet; that was all.

“Teresa! d—­n it, look here!  When I was laid up yonder in Excelsior I said I wanted to get well for only two things.  One was to hunt you down, the other to marry Nellie Wynn.  When I came here I thought that last thing could never be.  I came here expecting to find her here with Low, and kill him—­perhaps kill her too.  I never once thought of you; not once.  You might have risen up before me—­between me and him—­and I’d have passed you by.  And now that I find it’s all a mistake, and it was you, not her, I was looking for, why—­”

“Why,” she interrupted bitterly, “you’ll just take me, of course, to save your time and earn your salary.  I’m ready.”

“But I’m not, just yet,” he said faintly.  “Help me up.”

She mechanically assisted him to his feet.

“Now stand where you are,” he added, “and don’t move beyond this tree till I return.”

He straightened himself with an effort, clenched his fists until the nails were nearly buried in his palms, and strode with a firm, steady step in the direction he had come.  In a few moments he returned and stood before her.

“I’ve sent away my deputy—­the man who brought me here, the fool who thought you were Nellie.  He knows now he made a mistake.  But who it was he mistook for Nellie he does not know, nor shall ever know, nor shall any living being know, other than myself.  And when I leave the wood to-day I shall know it no longer.  You are safe here as far as I am concerned, but I cannot screen you from others prying.  Let Low take you away from here as soon as he can.”