Here she not only procured food and whiskey, but added a long dust-coat and hat of her father’s to her burden.  They would serve as a disguise for him and hide that heroic figure, which she thought everybody must now know as she did.  Then she rejoined him breathlessly.  But he put the food and whiskey aside.

“Listen,” he said; “I’ve turned the hoss into your corral.  You’ll find him there in the morning, and no one will know but that he got lost and joined the other hosses.”

Then she burst out.  “But you—­you—­what will become of you?  You’ll be ketched!”

“I’ll manage to get away,” he said in a low voice, “ef—­ef”—­

“Ef what?” she said tremblingly.  “Ef you’ll put the heart in me again,—­as you did!” he gasped.

She tried to laugh—­to move away.  She could do neither.  Suddenly he caught her in his arms, with a long kiss, which she returned again and again.  Then they stood embraced as they had embraced two days before, but no longer the same.  For the cool, lazy Salomy Jane had been transformed into another woman—­a passionate, clinging savage.  Perhaps something of her father’s blood had surged within her at that supreme moment.  The man stood erect and determined.

“Wot’s your name?” she whispered quickly.  It was a woman’s quickest way of defining her feelings.

“Dart.”

“Yer first name?”

“Jack.”

“Let me go now, Jack.  Lie low in the woods till to-morrow sunup.  I’ll come again.”

He released her.  Yet she lingered a moment.  “Put on those things,” she said, with a sudden happy flash of eyes and teeth, “and lie close till I come.”  And then she sped away home.

But midway up the distance she felt her feet going slower, and something at her heartstrings seemed to be pulling her back.  She stopped, turned, and glanced to where he had been standing.  Had she seen him then, she might have returned.  But he had disappeared.  She gave her first sigh, and then ran quickly again.  It must be nearly ten o’clock!  It was not very long to morning!

She was within a few steps of her own door, when the sleeping woods and silent air appeared to suddenly awake with a sharp “crack!”

She stopped, paralyzed.  Another “crack!” followed, that echoed over to the far corral.  She recalled herself instantly and dashed off wildly to the woods again.

As she ran she thought of one thing only.  He had been “dogged” by one of his old pursuers and attacked.  But there were two shots, and he was unarmed.  Suddenly she remembered that she had left her father’s gun standing against the tree where they were talking.  Thank God! she may again have saved him.  She ran to the tree; the gun was gone.  She ran hither and thither, dreading at every step to fall upon his lifeless body.  A new thought struck her; she ran to the corral.  The horse was not there!  He must have been able to regain it, and escaped, after the shots had been fired.  She drew a long breath of relief, but it was caught up in an apprehension of alarm.  Her father, awakened from his sleep by the shots, was hurriedly approaching her.