"It's I, Kate!" he cried joyously. "I've come back from the dead."
She stepped from the room and closed the door behind her.
"What of Dan? Tell me! Was—was he hurt?"
"Dan?" he repeated with an impatient smile. "No, he isn't hurt. He pulled me through—got me out of jail and safe into the country. He had to drop two or three of the boys to do it."
Her head fell back a little and in the dim light, for the first time, he saw her face with some degree of clearness, and started at its pallor.
"What's the matter, Kate—dear?" he said anxiously.
"What of Dan?" she asked faintly.
"I don't know. He's outlawed. He's done for. The whole range will be against him. But why are you so worried about him, Kate?—when he told me that you loved me—"
She straightened.
"Love? You?"
His face lengthened almost ludicrously.
"But why—Dan came for me—he said you sent him—he—" he broke down, stammering, utterly confused.
"This is why I sent him!" she answered, and throwing open the door gestured to him to enter.
