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Marette's fingers tightened on Kent's arot, Gray Goose He wanted the day to coht repay And the time came It was years later, and it worked out in a curious way A eant now, had talked with the deadfor soeant who found him dead Very shortly afterward aThe evidence was convincing, deadly And this man--"

Kent paused, and in the darkness Marette's hand crept down his arers closed round it

"Was the man you lied to save," she whispered

"Yes When the halfbreed's bullet got er for what he did for me in that tent years before But it wasn't heroic It wasn't even brave I thought I was going to die and that I was risking nothing"

And then there cah from where her head lay on the pillow "And all the ti so splendidly, Jeems--I KNEW," she cried "I knew that you didn't kill Barkley, and I knew that you weren't going to die, and I knehat happened in that tent ten years ago And--Jeems--Jeems--"

She raised herself fro a little excitedly Both her hands, instead of one, were gripping his hand now "I knew that you didn't kill John Barkley," she repeated "And--SANDY MCTRIGGER DIDN'T KILL HIM!"

"But--"

"He DIDN'T," she interrupted him, almost fiercely "He was innocent, as innocent as you were Jeems--I Jeems--I knoho killed Barkley Oh, I KNOW--I KNOW!"

A choking sob came into her throat, and then she added, in a voice which she was straining to make calm, "Don't think that I haven't faith in you because I can't tell you more now, Jeems," she said "You will understand--quite soon When we are safe fro from you then I shall tell you about Barkley, and Kedsty--everything But I can't now It won't be long When you tell me we are safe, I shall believe you And then--" She withdrew her hands from his and dropped back on her pillow

"And then--what?" he asked, leaning far over