He drew himself up rigid, and the girl lifted her head a trifle, so that their eyes met squarely, and a world of question and understanding passed between them in an instant.

As swift as morning glow a flush mounted into Isobel's face, then ebbed as swiftly, and Philip cried: "You were hurt--hurt back there in the wreck.

But you're safe now.

The train was wrecked by outlaws.

We came out after them, and I--I found you--back there on the prairie.