It is impossible for me to say why your life is in danger." "But you know ?" "Yes." He seated her again in the chair beside the table and sat down opposite her.
"Will you tell me who you are ?" She hesitated, twisting her fingers nervously in a silken strand of her hair.

"Will you ?" he persisted.
"If I tell you who I am," she said at last, "you will know who is threatening your life." He stated at her in astonishment.
"The devil, you say!" The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them.

For a second time the girl rose from her chair.
"You will go ?" she entreated.

"You will go to-morrow ?" Her hand was on the latch of the door.
"You will go ?" He had risen, and was lighting a cigar over the chimney of the lamp.
Laughing, he came toward her.
"Yes, surely I am going--to see you safely home." Suddenly he turned back to the lounge and belted on his revolver and holster.

When he returned she barred his way defiantly, her back against the door.
"You can not go!" "Why ?" "Because--" He caught the frightened flutter of her voice again.
"Because they will kill you!" The low laugh that he breathed in her hair was more of joy than fear.
"I am glad that you care," he whispered to her softly.
"You must go!" she still persisted.
"With you, yes," he answered.
"No, no--to-morrow.