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moment of his arrival. Even Lavina was a bit curt and indifferent, and Lorena Jane wondered where it would end.

      In the midst of her perplexity, 'Tana added to it by appearing before her in the Indian dress Overton had presented her with. Since her sickness it had hung unused in her cabin, and the two women had fashioned garments more suitable, they thought, to a young girl who could wear real laces now if she chose. But there she was again, dressed like any little squaw, and although rather pale to suit the outfit, she said she wanted a few more "Indian hours" before departing for the far-off Eastern city that was to her as a new world.

      She received Captain Leek with an unconcern that was discouraging to the pretty speeches he had prepared to utter.

      Dan returned and looked sharply at her as she sat whittling a stick of which she said she meant to make a cane--a staff for mountain climbing.

      "Where do you intend climbing?" he asked.

      She waved the stick toward the hill back of them, the first step of the mountain.

      "It is only a few hours since I picked you up down there, looking as if you were dead," he said, impatiently; "and you know you are not fit to tramp."

      "Well, I'm not dead yet, anyway," she answered, with a shrug of her shoulders; "and as I'm going to break away from this camp about to-morrow, I thought I'd like to see a bit of the woods first."

      "You--are going--to-morrow?"

      "I reckon so."

      "'Tana! And you have not said a word to me of it? That was not very friendly, little girl."

      She did not reply, but bent her head low over her work.

      After observing her for a while in silence, he arose and put on his hat.

      "Here is my knife," he remarked. "You had better use it, if you are determined to haggle at that stick. Your own knife is too dull for any use. You can leave it here in the cabin when you are done with it."

      She accepted it without a word, but flushed red when he had gone, and she found the eyes of Harris regarding her sadly.

      "'Not very friendly,'" she said, going over Overton's words--"you think that, too--don't you? You think I'm ugly, and saucy, and awful, I know! You look scoldings at me; but if you knew all, maybe you wouldn't--if you knew that my heart is just about breaking. I'm going out where there is no one to talk to, or I'll be crying next."

      The two cousins and the captain were in 'Tana's cabin. Mrs. Huzzard was determined that Miss Slocum and the captain should become acquainted, and, getting sight of the girl, who was walking alone across the level, she at once followed her, thinking that the two left behind would perhaps become more social if left entirely to themselves. And they did; that is, they talked, and the captain spoke first.

      "So you--you bear a grudge--don't you, Lavina?"

      "Well, I guess if I owed you a very heavy one, I've got a good chance to pay it off now," she remarked, grimly.

      He twirled his hat in a dejected way, and did not speak.

      "You an officer in the Union Army?" she continued, derisively. "You a pattern of what a gentleman should be; you to set up as superior to these rough-handed miners; you to act as if this Government owes you a pension! Why, how would it be with you, Alf Leek, if I'd tell this camp the truth of how you went away, engaged to me, twenty-five years ago, and never let me set eyes on you since--of how I wore black for you, thinking you were killed in the war, till I heard that you had deserted. I took off that mourning quick, I can tell you! I thought you were fighting on the wrong side; yet if you had a good reason for being there, you should have staid and fought so long as there was breath in you. And if I was to tell them here that you haven't a particle of right to wear that blue suit that looks like a uniform, and that you were no more 'captain' of anything than I am--well, I guess Lorena Jane wouldn't have much to say to you, though maybe Mr. Overton would."

      He grew actually pale as he listened. His fear of some one overhearing her was as great as his own mortification.

      "But you--you won't tell--will you, Lavina?" he said pleadingly. "I haven't done any harm! I--"

      "Harm! Alf Leek, you never had enough backbone to do either harm or help to any one in this world. But don't you suppose you did me harm when you spoiled me for ever trusting any other man?"

      "I--I would have come back, but I thought you'd be married," he said, in a feeble, hopeless way.

      "Likely that is now, ain't it?" she demanded. And, woman-like, now that she had reduced him to meekness and humiliation, she grew a shade less severe, as if pretty well satisfied. "I had other things to think of besides a husband."

      "You won't tell--will you, Lavina? I'll tell you how it all happened, some day. Then I'll leave this country."

      "You'll not," she contradicted. "You'll stay right here as long as I do, and I won't tell just so long as you keep from trying to make Lorena Jane believe how great you are. But at the first word of your heroic actions, or the cultured society you were always used to--"

      "You'll never hear of them," he said eagerly, "never. I knew you wouldn't make trouble, Lavina, for you always were such a good, kind-hearted girl."

      He offered his hand to her, sheepishly, and she gave it a vixenish slap.

      "Don't try any of your skim-milk praise on me," she said, tartly. "Huh! You, that Lorena thought was a pillar of cultured society! When, the Lord knows, you wouldn't have known how to read the addresses on your own letters if I hadn't taught you!"

      He moved to the door in a crestfallen manner, and stood there a moment, moistening his lips, and apparently swallowing words that could not be uttered.

      "That's so, Lavina," he said, at last, and went out.

      "There!" she muttered aggrievedly--"that's Alf Leek, just as he always was. Give him a chance, and he'd ride over any one; but get the upper hand of him, and he is meeker than Moses. Not that much meekness is needed to come up to Moses, either." Then, after an impatient tattoo, she exclaimed:

      "Gracious me! I do wish he hadn't looked so crushed, and had talked back a little."

      CHAPTER XXII.

      THE MURDER.

      That evening, as the dusk fell, a slight figure in an Indian dress slipped to the low brush back of the cabin, and thence to the uplands.

      It was 'Tana, ready to endure all the wilds of the woods, rather than stay there and meet again the man she had met the night before. She had sent the squaw away; she had arranged in Mrs. Huzzard's tent a little game of cards that would hold the attention of Lyster and the others; and then she had slipped away, that she might, for just once more, feel free on the mountain, as she had felt when they first located their camp in the sweet grass of the Twin Springs.

      The moon would be up after a while. She could not walk far, but she meant to sit somewhere up there in the high ground until the moon should roll up over the far mountains.

      The mere wearing of the Indian dress gave her a feeling of being herself once more, for in the pretty conventional dress made for her by Mrs. Huzzard, she felt like another girl--a girl she did not know very well.

      In the southwest long streaks of red and yellow lay across the sky, and a clear radiance filled the air, as it does when a new moon is born after the darkness. She felt the beauty of it all, and stretched out her arms as though to draw the peaks of the hills to her.

      But, as she stepped forward, a form arose before her--a tall, decided form, and a decided voice said:

      "No, 'Tana, you have gone far enough."

      "Dan!"

      "Yes--it is Dan this time, and not the other fellow. If he is waiting for you to-night, I will see that he waits a long time."

      "You--you!" she murmured, and stepped back from him. Then, her first fright over, she straightened herself defiantly.

      "Why do you think any one is waiting for me?" she demanded.

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